i miss it

I miss it I miss the times that we made, The things that we would say. How crazy things were with the four of us, The times that we would scream on the bus. During 5th grade when we would pass notes, When we all had high hopes. We all thought it would never end, with us all being friends. But then one of us moved to a different school, Which meant no more of us acting like fools. We got put in different classes and one of us was not with the other two, So we didn't talk which would make them forget you. That one forgot the way you sound, Which is who ignores both of us now. We all still talk sometimes but it's rare, Most the time is because of a dare. Im not saying that that's all I want to get, I just really miss it.