I cloud my mind to keep it numb from the feeling of pain,
For if I clear it thoughts will flow and they drive me insane.
If the choice was left to me life would always be nice,
Everyone would feel like they live in paradise.
And times that are cherished would be segued,
I wish good times long lost could have stayed.
When I think back to when I had my own little “crew”,
I just can't believe how much we all grew.
Growing up means growing apart,
But the memories are cloudy so they don't break my heart.
