How Things Have Changed

Thinking about old times you'll never do again, Thinking about old times you thought would never end. Crying about good memories, crying about bad. What does all this do? Nothing, that's why it's so sad. They are merely memories We are unable to repeat them Because there are no do overs in real life. There is no way to warn your brother about that knife. The one that made him an angel, When he was trying to protect that little girl. No rewind button to take back what you said. All you can do now is get some ice for that bruise on your head. When you were little and your dad would swing you around, You knew you were the boss, But now you think, what happened to my crown?