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Sweet-Nostalgia, Without Sorrow.
Sweet Nostalgia, Without Sorrow
And so I sat smoking a cigarette I swore would be my last
I began to recall my childhood, oh how it went by so fast
everything moved by so quickly , in such fast paces
just like those childhood school races
where the medal didn't matter it was the competing that was fun
it wasn't about qualifications, it wasn't about finding 'the one'
everything seemed so simple, and easily corrected
no mountain too high, no storm unexpected
We could roll around in the mud without a second thought
when love was unconditional, and never bought
where war was in movies , and stress was something we did not understand
where everything was impulsive, nothing was planned
our parents were never going to die, they were strong
we thought we would always be accepted, we would always belong
love was a feeling felt for family and friends
relationships didn't hurt , we just played pretend
And so I thought I could write a list for those days I missed,
but life has not got a rewind button for us yet,
so I will stay thankful for those days I will never forget
And live to make the memories for tomorrow
to look back on in sweet nostalgia and not sorrow.