I miss who I used to be: I'm walking through the masses of optimists The fact they're living the life that I miss, my ideal life, something I've lost so long ago, depresses me... it cuts right down to the very bone Like a thorn in my eye, that simply can't be removed A ''personal best'', that's under par and it can't be improved I'm stuck down so deep into my own skin that I can't find where I slipped in So sick of every moment ahead on my path I just can't help but look back to my past Lie down on the floor, and hope I won't move on I'm hoping that someday this pain will be gone I hope someone likes it...it was picking at me all day long...I miss living in america...and I miss my old american school...oh well...can't help but wish for the better...