When my brother still lived here, When I really had a passion for my music, When I couldn’t get enough of One Tree Hill, When I had everything it gain and nothing to loose, When everyday was amazing and I woke up being the happiest person, When friends were a constant and boys were a joke, When I made a new friend everyday, When I came home and just ate chicken fingers and chilled on my couch, When I didn’t have a care in the world, When the world had so many things to be discovers and I was on a quest for them.
I use to be so happy,Why aren’t I like that now? I still can pop a few chicken fingers in the oven and sit on my couch, I can still watch One Tree Hill and grab the season set, I can still go in my room and take out my guitar and strum a few chords, I can still make a new friend about everyday, I can still be careless, I can still be determined for it all.
But still. It’s not the same. I can go do all those things, but yet, It isn’t the same. And I fear I won’t be extremely happy like that ever again.I won’t find pure bliss in the simplest things.I want it all back. I wish we had time machines.
