I can’t shake this feeling that we’re never really healing from the wounds, which we’ve had so long. I’m growing up in the proverbial state, flooded with ignorance we can’t escape. I blocked it out of my mind until I was fifteen. Then I took influence from every song, and now it seems that I’m hanging on, to every word and what they really mean. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up. I’ve been shedding my skin, taking in, the words that a friend said. Such little things have never meant more to me. I can only promise that this will all be worth it, fooling myself to believing that sometimes. Old verses seeming so childish, but for the times singing them I’d never miss, and missing those days have made me out to be at least something. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up. I’ll never feel like I did, that summer after freshmen year. Music flooded through blown out speakers of my dad’s Toyota Sienna. I’ll never feel like I did, with mix tapes littered everywhere. Those few months made me a man. I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, when an accident wasn’t an option to choose from. There wasn’t time to think clear my throat, or stop from going crazy or float away. Who knew two weeks could let me know? I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, that day that you hold me by a theme. I bet you love this though. I’ll wake up one morning and realize you were just a dream. I’ll never feel like I did, never hold me by a theme. I bet you love this though. I’ll never feel that way again. I’ll never feel like I did, when all that was left was picture of you and me. When all I need is just to see you again, when all I think about is what you think of me. I’ll never feel that way again. I can’t believe, the way that things are changing, for the worse, but at least they uncloud my mind. I’ll never get back the days I had, where it seemed the world was not so bad, the excuse being that’s just growing up.