Life once lived, once lived through pink lens.
Shades of goodness, all kinds of sweetness.
Long drunken nights, all the highs and no frights.
Late night on the passenger side, head out the window into the night.
Remembering youth like it was yesterday, wondering if today it would feel the same.
Perfect life to admire, I had what every guy desired.
A crowd of people to call family, a group of friends to be with happily.
That was life always so reckless, society couldn't care less.
It all had to come to a halt, it was a good thing after all.
All good things must come to an end, but nobody wants to lose another friend.
Friends like these don't come around, once gone I'll be stray from any other crowd.
My new life as a lone wolf, doing the opposite of what everybody had told.
It doesn't mean that I'll drown, maybe someday life will come around.
It doesn't have to end so early, maybe someday I will feel worthy.
