Song For The Elderly Me

Song for the elderly me. When you come back to these words I doubt they'll still mean the world to you. You may remember all this times but they'll never seem this fucking new. Smile and laugh at broken hearts. At hopeful dreams broken apart. Put this pen to the page. Carve in stone these growing pains. But buried deep beneath the names and faces and years and places will be this newborn scar. This first tale of hurt. Cause there's nothing like your first regret. I will not forget. And no amount of writing will turn back the clock. And they say you'll look back and laugh. But when years later your eyes find this tattered page. Your newborn scar will have many friends. And when you see these words at an older age you'll know that each new hope leaves you scared worse in the end. As the pen inked these thought will have dried and been tossed away. So too will all the memories that make these eyes stream tears today. And they say you'll look back and laugh. And they say the pain won't last.