Nostalgia circulates through these veins
Same old people
New bodies
New pain
Love is barren for my heart is preoccupied
Common misconceptions take the throne and reign
I remember the days when I thought happiness was free
Soon I learned it never was
Someone else paid the price for me
Now simplicity has been crucified
Silence is reduced to bronze
Now I wonder what was the cause
Everything I knew was turned to ash
But who ignited the fire
There are always two parts to life. The good and the bad. This just happens to be the bad. But it could always be worse.