your bedroom is no longer yours/ it belongs to your childhood/ the photos on the wall are a past you/ along with the friends whose laughs were so good

all your anger has finally faded/ it’s a refreshing kind of peace/ old enemies are now a story to tell/ that part of life has already begun to cease

every promise made has since been forgotten/ either faithfully made or fully broken/ and yet you can’t seem to care or remember/ instead, you collect them all like a token

it’s well past midnight tonight/ i’m sitting criss-cross on my carpet once again/ everything has a tint of nostalgia around me/ i can finally smile at all the memories from then