growing up

there's a story.
we all know this story 'cause i bet you all have this kind of feeling.
the feeling of sorrow, pain, and mad at the same time.
hurt by our own feelings, for being too care, think that all the things we've done isn't good enough, feeling lonely, but most of all we all hurt by losing.
wishing we all could go back to our first place
and we're keep saying "i wish.." or "if.."

let's just go back to that day. a few years ago.
that years.. so much to remember.
when we used to sit side by side, laugh without any compulsion.
be who we wanna be and never force ourselves with those kind of shit.

we all used to run and fall.
we bleed and we cry.
we dream and we laugh.
we smile and we love.

but we're just too fool to realize that growing up isn't as sweet as it seems.
we're all once dreamed about growing up and never stopped wishing about it.
with no intention to wait we all rushed out of time and now, see what we've got?
we all get our own disappointment.
so naive? do you regret it? ask yourself.
because i do..