i used to  have something to write about
i used to read just to escape
i used to draw to see what I could create
i used to paint my very last sorrow
i used to throw caution to wind
and not give a **** about tomorrow.
i used to dye my hair different colours and not care about the result.
i used to find new music, good music
then my guitar I would consult
i used to bus everywhere with just my headphones in enjoying the scenery.
i used to see my parents at least once in the evening.  
when warm weather came i used to board until my legs shook and my body was hot a sweaty.
i used to do all these things,
then again,
I used to be me