I miss the days when I could talk what was on my mind,
Not just about my life or future grind,
But of simple things like dreams,
Dreams of joy, live and peace,
That gave a shot of release,
Where I couldn't wait to get home and into bed,
Where I wouldn't have to cry myself to sleep,
We're my only worry was waking up early to catch the morning cartoon,
With A bowl of cereal by my side,
As my day slowly went,
And life was so simple and straightforward and I didn't pay rent.
Simple days, the good old days,
When I felt no stress and felt no pressure,
Where the weight on my shoulders was still light,
And I had the youthful might,
A time when I hadn't grown to become more jaded,
A time when I didn't feel so hated,
I just don't have much to say,
I just miss the good old days.
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