i miss how it used to be
when the stars brought light
into the dead of the night
and the words that i wanted to say
didn't seem so far away
i miss how it used to be
when the raindrops had a rhythm
that could put me to sleep
and the music that we played
helped us dance the pain away
i miss the way it used to be
when love was a gift for all;
so graceful and pure
and the past didn't always seem
to be haunting your every dream
i miss how it used to be
when it seemed almost impossible
to be trapped inside your mind
and your friends didn't so easily
believe all of your lies
i miss how it used to be
when the purpose of life was clear
and your canvas was missing
the scars that hold a permanent place
on both of your wrists
i guess i miss how it used to be
when we were just kids
so innocent to it all
and the world seemed so
big and full of wondrous things
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
i miss how it used to be
when the stars brought light
into the dead of the night
and the words that i wanted to say
didn't seem so far away
i miss how it used to be
when the raindrops had a rhythm
that could put me to sleep
and the music that we played
helped us dance the pain away
i miss the way it used to be
when love was a gift for all;
so graceful and pure
and the past didn't always seem
to be haunting your every dream
i miss how it used to be
when it seemed almost impossible
to be trapped inside your mind
and your friends didn't so easily
believe all of your lies
i miss how it used to be
when the purpose of life was clear
and your canvas was missing
the scars that hold a permanent place
on both of your wrists
i guess i miss how it used to be
when we were just kids
so innocent to it all
and the world seemed so
big and full of wondrous things
