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Every place that I go, every person I see,
Always reminds me of a good memory.
All the friends of the old and the friends of the new,
Have come and gone every single day that I grew.

I take time to look back at my friends,
And I laugh at the way we dress, what a trend.
I think about all the good times that we had,
Then I think about the bad stuff that made me mad.

I think of my dad and our last memory,
I wonder what his last thought was before he went peacefully.
I've been told everythings gonna change, that nothing stays the same,
I think thats bullshit cause not everything goes away.

I know my dad will always be right by my side,
And my boo will be next to me holding me tight.
Then again expect the unexpected,
Cause not everything goes the way its directed.