12 years old

Another drink, another mistake.

Another day I slept in.

Just like that my week’s gone again.

Where did it go?

I’m like a lost soul.

Another night, another heartbreak.

Another breakdown in the dark.

And I’m searching for the key.

It’s not all what it seems.

I’ve put up walls and failed to return calls.

I turned into someone that I thought I would never become.

I wish I could go back to 12 years old.

I never knew how fast childhood gets stolen.

How easily things change, and now I’m here and all I want is to hide away.

I see it on my father’s face.

Disappointment and ashamed.

I know now that time always gets its way.

Why did it happen to me?

It was so much simpler then.

Even though I hardly remember it.

I want to know what would’ve been if I didn’t give up on shit.

Late night movies, and muddy cleats.

Catching fireflies in the summer nights.

Taking pictures at the perfect times.

Getting home after midnight.

Going to my first concert and almost going deaf.

Being able to run a mile without losing my breath.

Couldn’t wait to get older.

Now I wish I could go back to 12 years old.

I never knew how fast childhood gets stolen.

How easily things change, and now I’m here and all I want to do is hide away.