Its been a while since i wrote,
Or opened this dusty notebook to write down anything.
I came across these lyrics i held dear some years before.
I recognize the melody but it doesnt sound the same to me. the music hardly sounds the same.
Its ok, i wont change.
At least thats what i thought in those days.
How can you aspire to be the uninspired?
The music all sounds the same.
Its ok, theyve all changed.
I miss my innocence.
I miss the way that i was.
I miss not knowing enough.
Who put you up to this?