Good Old Days
Skies are filled with lonely empty silhouettes
Climbing up a lonely stair when I am late
It is not so easy to distance yourself away
Cuz good old memories fill empty passage ways
It's not as easy as you think to get going on alone
Cuz my mind won't give me rest until the memories fill me whole
And babe I'm not so good at standing up alone
So I'm still staring through the locked classroom doors
Those good old classes
And good old days
I wish it isn't hard
To miss those good old days
Staying afterschool to sing your heart out
Sneaking into another class when teachers aren't around
Life is boring when hugs aren't allowed
Can't go arm in arm cuz cameras pick you out
Those good old classes
And good old days
I wish it isn't hard
To miss those good old days
^^
I wrote about 3 months ago when the schools were first opened. At that time only the students participating in state exams were allowed in, and in our school, that was only the six of us in the GCE OL batch. As an extrovert it was really hard for me, and as I watched one of my classmates looking in through a locked classroom door, I suddenly was inspired and I wrote this. I edited this later of course.
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