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I see her in the hallways,
But not for long.
'Cause once that year passes,
She'll just be another wrong.

I remember those memories,
of us in the park.
Making out under the trees,
And leaving those marks.

Now I stare out in the sky,
Alone like a wolf.
Walking and talking,
Like Christmas with Rudolph.

Stuck in a friend zone,
Drawing out my life.
Wringing the best years out,
Crushing, but with strife.

But everyday I see her,
She Always reminds me.
About how she is and always will be,
A passing memory.