Based on the song "Stressed Out' by twenty-one pilots
If only we could go back,
to when we made mud pies after it rains,
to when we spend hours playing hide-and-seek in the
fields of corn,
to when we'd stay up till dawn,
not due to assignments, or work,
but as a competition between friends.
Now we have to clean up the mud,
stop our games,
and spend our days
Working, so we may not live
No more games.
No more fun.
Just filled with the nostalgia
of those good old days.