Short Stories

Were you happier ain life at sixteen?
Or are you making strides now?
Tell me eveything you can about you
Yeah I honestly must know
I honestly must know
I often think about the better times we shared
But those memories are fading
I often talk about the better times we had
But those memories they fade
I’ve been building these tall walls for years now
But I just tear them down for you
It’s not the waking up we do with girls
I’m just a hopeless case for romance
I’m just a hopeless case
I often think about the better times we shared
But those memories are fading
I often talk about the better times we had
But those memories they fade