The Old Days

I miss the old days

I miss my innocence and happiness

So easy to conjure

Back in the old days

I miss my mind

And how it used to work

Before it went numb and cold

Before it went dark and mad

I miss how simple it used to be

To make myself laugh

I miss how hard it was

To make myself cry

The memory that’s here

I wish that were gone

Serves nothing, does nothing

Except hurt my own heart

I miss the light that came easily

I miss the joy I woke up with each day

I miss the stupid things I used to say

Can I claim it again?

Is there a way to get back

To the old days?

Is there a way for me

To change back to my old ways?

Fleeting moments are not enough

I want my old self back

I miss the old days