Once I was seven years old my momma told me

He remembered when he first met the blonde, finding him so intriguing. He wanted to know the boy more.

Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely

He was happy when the blonde wanted to know him more, too. Soon, the two boys would hang out often, mostly on a hill nearby that was covered in pear blossoms.

Once I was seven years old

Lasting friendship.

~<•>~

It was a big big world, but we thought that we were bigger

"Tubbox!"

Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker

"I thought I lost this ages ago...I want you to have it."

By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor

"He's definitely high on something."

Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

"Don't worry, I'm a lawyer."

~<•>~

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me

He never liked his father, especially as he grew older. Yes, he wanted to become "just like him", but it was moreso for legacy.

Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely

After meeting Tubbo, he wasn't too interested in finding anyone, not at the moment, at least. He was still a child, for Christ's sake!

Once I was eleven years old

His father wasn't too happy about that.

~<•>~

I always had that dream like my daddy before me

"Who's your best friend?"

So I started writing songs, I started writing stories

"Tommy!"

Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me

"It can't be the captain!"

Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

"I miss you...."

~<•>~

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told

The two boys parted ways around eighteen years old. Tubbo had his duties in the palace and Tommy had decided to finally fulfill his late fathers wishes.

Before the morning sun, when life was lonely

Tommy wouldn't say this aloud, but he was slightly jealous of his older friend. He was jealous about the fact that the brunette had a sort of charm to him, making him the more likable one of the pair.

Once I was twenty years old

But in the end, he was able to finally find someone.

~<•>~

I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure

"Too many traitors in my life. Just looking for more best friends."

Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major

"We got the Blade."

I got my boys with me at least those in favor

"I like bees!"

And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later

"I'm not jealous!"

~<•>~

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told

Tubbo was there for his best friend when he got married, and when his son was born.

I was writing 'bout everything I saw before me

Tommy was there for his best friend when he got married, and when his daughter was born.

Once I was twenty years old

Tommy decided to stay in the guard, but Tubbo would remain captain.

Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold

The once-teenagers watched their children grow up. The children quickly knew each other, and were eventually best friends.

We've travelled around the world and we're still roaming

There was a battle.

Soon we'll be thirty years old

Only one made it out alive.

~<•>~

I'm still learning about life

"I can't read, Tommy!"

My woman brought children for me

Add another death to the counter.

So I can sing them all my songs

"Eret, I farmed for hours with you!"

And I can tell them stories

First his mother,

Most of my boys are with me

Then Clay,

Some are still out seeking glory

And now,

And some I had to leave behind

Tommy.

My brother, I'm still sorry

~<•>~

Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one

He watched his best friend get lowered in his grave.

Remember life and then your life becomes a better one

He watched his daughter get married several years later, to the one who resembles his late father.

I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once

He visited the bakery again. Darryl now had a golden band around his finger, two children running around the bakery. A girl with raven hair and emerald green eyes, and a boy with dirty blonde hair and mocha brown eyes.

I hope my children come and visit once and twice a month

~<•>~

Soon I'll be sixty years old, Will I think the world is cold

He decided to visit the graveyard today, three bouquets in hand, for three graves. Three lives lost.

Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me

A bouquet of Eglantine Roses for his late mother,

Soon I'll be sixty years old

A bouquet of gladiolus for Clay,

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold

And finally, a bouquet of white tulips for Tommy.

Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me

Rain started to fall as he read the engravings.

Soon I'll be sixty years old

~<•>~

Once I was seven years old, my momma told me

"Mother to her sons, Toby and Tommy"

Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely

"Great friend to Nick, Darryl, and George. Brother-like to Toby."

Once I was seven years old

"Great friend to Toby, father to Tobias"

Once I was seven years old

"I forgive you."

~<•>~

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Yay, angst! And this is finally done! This took much longer than I'd like to admit.

I love this, though, honestly. I've written angsty endings before, but this is just....idk, I love it.

Please start voting for the next book (Skephalo, Zelkpvp, DNF <prequel>)! I don't care if it's just stick figures with the name of the ship on it, I need submissions by November 30th.

Like last time, there is a book I kinda want to win bc I'm starting to get a bunch of ideas for it, but it's up to y'all to choose what the next book of this series will be.

Song: 7 Years by Lukas Graham