The Good Ol’ days, when everything seemed…
Perfect, and well, easy.
When you were young
And seemed not to have a care in the world
Everyone treated you well
Everyone was your friend.
Well those days are gone
Instead of fun, there is stress
Instead of worry free, there is fear
Little ‘In real life’ friends, controlled by electronics
Wars and politics
Bullies and murderers
Every day is a nightmare
You look for every sprinkle of happiness
And once you have it in your grasp
It’s gone in the blink of an eye
Just like that.
School is just a stress
Stress is just a pain
Everything annoys you
You want it to go away…
Wishing it was the Good Ol’ Days.