Nostalgia nearly took me back
To that time when I was
Something simpler
Because there's nothing simpler
Than being dead

Rose tinted glasses
Are blood red for a reason
Never trust the past
Because you didn't know what you had
When you had it.

Look around
Love around a little
Because your 'lost child'
Is playing with you and
Marvelling at what you've become.

Don't trust red nostalgia
It's just there to make you think
That lives don't get better,
But, here's the secret,
They already have.

If you fight for them.