These days we’re all fed up

                                                Tired

                                                                Sad

                                                                                Unsure

                                                                                Lost

                                                                Scared

                                                Lonely

These days we just don’t matter

                                                Trapped

                                                                Missing

                                                                                Pointless

                                                                                Clueless

                                                                Hopeless

                                                Faithless

I’m tired of the way things are

                                                Fake

                                                                Ruined

                                                                                Empty

                                                                                Worthless

                                                                Wrong

                                                Broken

So can we PLEASE go back to the days

When things mattered,

When we couldn’t wait to grow up,

When things weren’t broken

And people weren’t used,

When we danced because we wanted to

Sang because we could

When we were innocent

When we’d never feared more than

The “monsters” under our beds?

I miss those carefree moments

Before nothing mattered

Because in our world…

 

Crying is the one of the worst things you can do

Second only to defending yourself

“Don’t hurt me” only makes it worse

“Please don’t leave” sets you up for more pain

Happiness is temporary

Our words are never heard

We don’t want to dance and sing

We can’t be innocent anymore

We are nothing to this world

Your opinion doesn’t matter

And the only people that do

Are the ones who make the rules…

 

So can we please go back to the days

When we meant SOMETHING?

When rock and roll was our blood

And dancing was our bones…

Can we please go back to the days

When we were enough?

Because in this world these days

I am both too little and too much

The person in the mirror

Will never be enough

And everything I thought I knew

Has been shattered with the past.