The Good Ole Days

The Good Ole Days of the past,
When I was never told to kiss an ass,
The four of us in the field of the ball park,
Smoking and Wrestling at night, in the dark,
Playing "Ghost in the graveyard" and "Hide-And-Seek,"
And searching for snakes in the backyard creek,
Exploring the woods and causing some trouble,
And being able to blow my own real bubble,
The good ole days of getting high,
And caring not on whether I die,
The good ole days of toking and smoking,
Constantly laughing, constantly joking,
Staying out with a friend all night,
Years of fun without a single fight,
Years without shedding a single tear,
Years without showing a single fear,
Did the good ole days out weight the bad?
All the days I was still so very sad,
I had girls that would cheat and lie,
I even had a girl tell me to go ahead and die,
For 3 years, I went out with the most beautiful chick,
I ruined that by being such a dick,
Three times of almost being dead,
14 years of being messed up in the head,
Having my heart broken many times,
And being involved in many illegal crimes,
My life almost not having a ray of light,
3 good years, and then back to my eternal night,
Now I have more than one true friend,
I hope not to soon see The End!