• I miss the good old days
    I'm starting to forget what we used to say
    Its time to move on
    I feel like I've been conned
    Times have given me a beating
    But I'm grateful for the treating
    The pictures of we
    seem to follow me
    It's time to close the door
    and open the window
    Memories are told
    but time still unfolds
    The eight of us always seemed to berate
    but I must let it go
    I have to move forward
    I want to say no
    I cant go backwards
    The end isnt near
    its already here