Deep in my heart there lies a dream
of days I used to know.
Days when I would sit for hours on end
in the middle of nowhere
and dream of what I would be doing now.
I'd sit back and dream of things to come,
but now I dream of the way things were.
I miss the innocence of a young heart,
and I hate the one that beats within
my chest now because it knows too much.
What happened to the girl I was?
What happened to the dreams?
Am I doomed to know too much,
feel too much,
and dream too little?
Am I doomed to be stuck in the
past, not facing the future
or coping with the present?
I miss what I used to be.
I miss being young.
I miss being naive.
I miss not knowing enough,
instead of too much.