It seems as though

The days of past

Days

Are getting too muddled

\

It seems to me

That the time I thought I

Had

Has slipped from my grasp

\

It appears

I must make that one

Decision

And bid my time, as best I can

\

And for now,

That girl that I thought I

Was

Is forced to grow all too quickly

\

I am different and

Am growing more different

Still

Because my mind can't stop whirling

\

And now,

I am longing

For a rewind

Of an easier Yesterday