I find myself dreaming of how life was before
I find myself longing for the ways things once were
I wish I'd of been content instead of always asking for more
I wish I remembered it vividly but now its just a blur
Going out with friends and the time that went by so fast
If only I had known that it wouldn't all last
Now confined within the walls that make up my home
I feel so trapped like I'm quarantined inside a dome
Just a few months ago everything was as it should be
Just a few months ago we had no restrictions and were free
But now because of fear, our freedom has strict borders
We have no other choice than to follow the government's orders
I suppose we'll recall a few months ago as the before
Because It's doubtful that things will ever be like that any more