It's so hard to remember the horrible things
But I guess that's a blessing of sorts
I was in 7th or 8th grade it doesn't really matter
I was in Indianapolis but that doesn't really matter
And I was not popular and also not unpopular
But I wanted to be more popular than unpopular
Something happened on the playground
I have no recollection
I think someone was making fun of me
I have no recollection
I think I threw the first punch but it was weak
The boys I thought were my friends taunted me
They chased me laughing but I never knew why
I have no recollection
I didn't care as much about my relative popularity
I remember looking at myself in the mirror of the boy's room
& thinking what a long life I have in front of me
