Spring time is a good time to sit in the grass,

And wait for the time to pass,

Sitting there collecting sun rays,

Thinking back and remembering the old days,

When music made a difference,

And sounds made memories,

Where books and advice made all the more difference,

And simple beats led to melodies,

Whatever happened to the glass being half full,

Instead people confuse themselves thinking that its all bull,

People dont realize the things that are at stake,

All this wrong doing is making my belly ache,

How many girls can say im accepted for who i am,

Not many can reveal their real selfs, damn,

Im glad being myself is my aim,

Anybody else who thinks otherwise, is blind, such a shame...