When Life Was Good
I think back to the days when life was good
When you were there and things were fine
When love was free and so were we
Unspoken words always heard
Imperfections, overlooked
Days when “Sorry” meant something good….
We made sense when nothing else did
An attraction, a love, a friendship
Built on who we were and what we did
Nothing forced and all was real
Isn’t that the way we all want to feel?
Somehow anything good is always fucked
No one stays and we always run away
When little problems become big
When we think more about ourselves than anyone else
Hiding like cowards, scared to express ourselves
Opression kills and we are forced to conform
To the sick sad world—Each for his Own
Fuck that shit!
(2012)
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