On the outside, it was so appealing

You wanted it all so badly

The perfect social life

You were really willing

To give all you had

For that life

Those friends

That girl

But now, all of a sudden

I suppose

You miss us

You miss the life you had before

And you want it back

Is that it?

So, the picture perfect life

Isn't really perfect, is it?

Isn't that all just so ironic?