Why happy things are fleeting
Sad things last forever
And swing sets get leveled to make parking lots
I wish I was a kid again, kissing the hand of the girl I liked on the playground as my friends yelled at me to hurry the fuck up and come play soccer with them.
Life was so simple then, and now every day I'm asked a million questions I can't answer
Monday, March 15, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment