You decked me out in frog stickers, we rode the bus together, and I would even spontaneously start playing in Spanish class just to jazz things up a bit. We used to jam out to Radio Disney, Aaron Carter, and Kidz Bop. But then ipod came along. You just threw me in a box. And I haven’t seen you since.
So here I am. Trying to talk to you from the depths beyond your closest door, with Kidz Bop 4 still trapped within my disc compartment. And you know what? That CD sucked.
You’ll probably never find me, because you’re a disorganized wreck. You know that that yellow kitty sock you miss so much? I HAVE IT. AND YOU’LL NEVER GET IT BACK.
I don’t even know why you ditched me. I mean, sure, ipod is cool and all. But did I wipe out your entire music library?
I didn’t think so.
We just need to take it back to ’06 and live like we used to. We can make this work out. You just gotta give me another chance.
Love,
Walkman
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