Funny how we used to cry to grow up but the human wants you know is never too much,
Be it your way,
Crying hard to get back to those old times
You know that ain't gonna happen but you ask for it twice.
Pale, the days of memories you have in your head, whisking in your mind you wanna live them again.
The way the sun in summer used to shine had a different a kind of vibe back in the days when we used to be kids.
Laughing like bags, rolling up mounds, I wanna go back to that time again, when we used to be kids.
Months passed by, years flew yet the yearning of childhood remained stood.
A part of me wants to move away but the happenings of yesteryear don't seem to sway.
All alone thinking of the good old days there's a feeling running down through my brain, crying oh please.
It says I need to stop it now before I hurt myself with some thing thats never gonna come again.