i feel so dazed so distant and hazed softened by an outer substance not thinking or making sence what happened to the days of the young man's innocents where where those days spent why did i choose to give them away if i could meet my younger self what would i say would i say im sorry i threw in in the trash would i say im sorry i was so brash if given the chance what would i say to me what would i tell myself to be would i change anything if i could go back would i be rectified in things that i lack i would change things if given the chance i would get up when i was asked to dance so many times i turned away in fear and because of that i lost so many things dear and the fear came from within me how many time i wish i could be... i wish i could see... i wish i could go back and tell myself why i wish i could go back and tell myself to cry to show emotion and never hold back these are the things i would tell myself i lack but if what if i really could i would be faced with the question if i should