No londer fit inside the door,
Have to subject to a baby's crawl,
Everything just looks the same,
The only thing thats changed is my brain.
These walls have gave me memories,
The times i sat and watched the trees,
Alone but never by really lonley,
The treehouse that i build myself.
But Now Those days have been and gone,
I long for one more day in the sun,
Where notbing every mattered,
But now My treehouse is abandoned.