I'm wiping my tears as I write this
don't know just what, but boy, I miss

the feeling of being young,
having a stupid crush,
staying up late, having good grades,
hanging out with friends all day,
playing those made-up games, all the way
and back

singing songs we didn't know the words to
screaming, shouting, and
kissing behind the cars, sneaking around,
who knew

'twas the last of nights where we stayed out late
around the warm lit fires, just playing games
being so careless, carefree, acting so crazy
not thinking tomorrow who we'd be
it all felt like it was meant to be,
just until it wasn't

am I a failure, a disappointment?
if not then, who am I?
certainly not who I used to be
cause if I was, they would still know me,
I'd still have friends to hang out with
have those grades to be proud of

I'm just a seed of what had once been sown,
everyone did, why haven't I still grown?
now to think about it, I do realize that
boy, maybe I miss being known.