I miss the days, when I was carefree.
When I had a job, and could spend frivolously
I miss the days, when I could talk to you.
When I was still your hero, when you told me everything
I miss the days, when life was innocent.
When people weren’t always out for themselves, when everyone was your friend.
I miss the days, when life was black and white.
When there wasn’t so much grey, when it wasn’t PC to be PC.
God, how I miss those days.