I was five and he was six we rode on horse made of sticks he wore black and i wore white he would always win the fight Bang bang, he shot me down bang bang, i hit the ground bang bang, that awful sound bang bang, my baby shot me down. Seasons came and changed the time when i grew up, i called him mine he would always laugh and say "remember when we used to play?" Bang bang, i shot you down bang bang, you hit the ground bang bang, that awful sound bang bang, i used to shoot you down. Music played and people sang just for me the church bells rang. Now he's gone, i don't know why and till this day, sometimes i cry he didn't even say goodbye he didn't take the time to lie.