Ghost Of Future Past
It's time we addressed the elephant in the room... I don't look like I did when I was sixteen Long-haired, sweet little thing, with lean legs That carried me swiftly, hurriedly... I never wanted to be seen. It was, in short, a terrible time for me. So why am I scrolling through old pictures, squeezing into old jeans... mourning what used to be? Sure my waist was tiny, Ah, but remember how you couldn't breathe from sucking it in... My arms were trim, So why did I always wear long sleeves... I knew all the latest dance moves, Pity I only practiced them in my room There was an innocent twinkle in my eye, Far better to be hardened and wise Yet I am supposed to believe my best days are already behind me... the eyes that shined a million stars in one Playtime is over they said, m ake way for the burial grounds start digging the hole, let die your body, the legs that spirited you away as though you were a crime scene, all evidence of life scoured away, the laugh