I yearn for the good old days Constantly longing for my innocence and youth
Fond memories tickle my brain and remind me of a time when I was happy
A time before sadness draped over my shoulders like a coat that only serves to leave me feeling cold
Magic used to exist There was a time when anything was possible A time before life had worn me down to the sad nub of a person I am today
It's funny how I'll never see myself as an adult Just a clown whose purpose is to make other people smile while all I do is frown Wearing my tears upon my head like a crown And feeling the rain as it keeps pouring down If I'm not careful, I'll probably drown
I'll keep my claws sharp by constantly trying to dig myself out from the bottom