I used to sit outside my world
And gaze up at a tree
There was a time it was my only friend
But know it barley recognizes me
I stand alone at my window
And take in the sight of the tree, empty limbed and scarred
It used to bloom with glorious pinks
In the fresh spring sun
But now it is harsh and hard
As soon as I stopped wanting to play
The trees beauty went away
I cry for the memories lost
And for the price that growing up cost
If only I could climb back on
To its comforting limb
And once again spend the day with imaginary playmates
To one more time live whim to whim
I used to gaze up at a tree
It was my only friend
Then the world made me grow up
And our friendship came to an end.