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?