I miss those days,
When my clothes didn't match,
clothes could be fixed,
With a butterfly patch.

I truly miss,
my childhood days,
theres nothing left but photographs,
of my silly, childish ways.

Back when boys had cooties,
I would never dress to impress,
And with mud on my face, a tear in my jeans,
was when I looked my best.

But now I have grown up,
Become a teenager, with more attention to pay,
all of a sudden altering my appearance,
Takes up half the day.

I wish I could run into my yard,
Dance like no ones around,
Sing like no one can hear,
and laugh, falling to the ground.

I can never go back to those days,
Those days when I was carefree,
But now something I have to look forward to,
Is spending time with my friends, and the inner child in me.