The Good Ol Times
I hear the stomping up above me
The continuous roars of the people
Who want to just say goodbye
To the people that look into your eyes
Always looking away from the hardships you must face
What you must realize is that this is not a race
Life is simply a beautiful thing
That takes these moments and puts them on freeze
Ever since you were held when you were a wee little thing
Here you stand now though going off to prom
Not even thinking of all the wrong.
As you grow into your own adult
You bring some tears to your old folks
Throughout your life you disobey
But then you realize that is not okay
All the times they tell you that you have done wrong
You just ignore it like a bad song
What we must know is where
Did the good ol days go
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