Look this photograph

Of the times when I use to laugh

When I was young and glad

Now I'm just fucking mad

At the world and all it's hate

Will we ever have piece at this rate?

It's all so confusing and strange

Since I was young why have a changed?

Look at that photograph

Of the times that I use to laugh

If I could go back to that time and place

When I was happy and full of grace

I would do anything to go back there

……But would I even dare?