I miss the old times
When I was a boy
Who always shines
With a lot of joy

The time was fun
I enjoyed it a lot
Playing under the sun
The things we talked

Naughtiness then
Would run in our blood
We didn't have to use our pen
Just play in the mud

No work no stress
'Twas so good
Could wear any dress
I miss my childhood

But now my life is a living hell
And I wish I could go back again
To my past which was so well
So that I could drain my pain