It's just lost it's magic.
What you remember is it full of passion.
What you remember is what it's lacking.
That timeless action.
The one that kept you so attracted.
It's all just turned to chores and acting.
Where is my pride and joy?
Who took my youth from me?
Made it all feel make believe?
Reminscing painfully is taking all my sanity.
What a tragity, taking back my past from me.
I can't come to see what my youth has gone on to be.
I miss you.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
It's just lost it's magic.
What you remember is it full of passion.
What you remember is what it's lacking.
That timeless action.
The one that kept you so attracted.
It's all just turned to chores and acting.
Where is my pride and joy?
Who took my youth from me?
Made it all feel make believe?
Reminscing painfully is taking all my sanity.
What a tragity, taking back my past from me.
I can't come to see what my youth has gone on to be.
I miss you.
