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.