If there is a way to go back and be 16 again
It will be so easy, won`t it, no ill feelings I suppose
At least we have all the things to share, things to say
Love flies at 16; it stops and fully develops at 18
By eighteen your heart must have tasted pain
Ironically the pain will continue if they allowed it
Remember you are a flower
By 22 you must have seen it all
Whether is pain from the entire unknown, for knowing and all of the above?
How could you not see the danger looming,
I guess nobody even warn you of an imminent danger.
Love is real if you believe it, it is wrong if you fall from the opposite side
It is soothing if you wait for the real deal
Yet remember you are the hope
Don’t let anybody just tell you otherwise
Be wise, be sensible, be kind and listen to your elders,
They have passed through those rough ages; it hurts if you think you know
Take your time; watch out for storytellers, less you hear all they want you to hear
I promised that they have only words less action
Why because they are just experimenting like all of us
At last you will end up like most of us did.
Went home broken
I wish I can go back and play my own music, the way I want it, and how I want it played out in real life.
Why because reality demands us.