twelve.

There's not a second that goes by where I don't wish it were yesterday.

Proof that time really flies, running around the yard with the leaves getting blown away.

The red, yellow and orange would slowly turn to shades of gray. 

And I miss you. I miss you.

Dad always mixing up our names.

Endured the world, I know you're not to blame.

Not a single moment can ever feel the same.

And I miss you. I miss you.

I missed you at the age of twelve.

I cried at night because it felt like hell.

I washed my face so you could never tell.

Just think what it does to me now.