I really miss the good old days,
I miss them in so many ways.
Now life is such a nightmare 
it really just seems so unfair.
All I have left are memories,
they tell so many different stories. 
When memories come, I am amazed
in all the days that I was raised. 
I really wish that they could stay
but they have flown so far away. 
They have flown away into the past; 
I'd do anything to make them last.
At least my memories are not dead,
because of where my life was lead.
I know the memories I have made 
will not disappear or even fade. 
Although my life is torn apart,
my memories will always life in my heart.