Things used to be more organized
Like I would clearly understand
Someone's intentions.
I would know if they were Good or Bad,
...
I was so young and so in love
There was sunshine evrywhere I looked,
I could find warmth within everything.
Anything was possible, anything at all.
...
Worse, worse, evrything's worse,
Money's tight, and no one
will listen to the newspapers anymore.
...
What A Mess
Things used to be more organized
Like I would clearly understand
Someone's intentions.
I would know if they were Good or Bad,
but such classifications
No longer exist.
There used to be a Fine Line and a Strong Belief
But the lines havd been smudged
And only inky pools left behind.