Who cared about bills
we were too busy watching cartoons.
Who cared about grades
we were too busy zoning out.
Look how times have changed
I miss the peaceful sleep,
head's too heavy carrying
the stress.
Not caring about what people said
to a people pleasure,
just trying to fit in the crowd.
Crying on the slightest pain
to hiding deep injuries'
'No one should see the other side.'
Not being judged for anything
to thinking before a move
those care free days were
something we forgot to cherish.
Nothing can change'
but I wish to dream
of childhood once before
I die.
Counting my days to end,
I opened the album
the nostalgia strikes hard
I fell in love with
the kid that had died
inside me a long time ago.
I closed my eyes thinking
the child in me needs
a rebirth.