Gone, gone, it's all gone
The days of my happiness
The days of playing outside
The days of my childhood

If my eight year old self were to look at me now
He'd say what the hell
You dropped out of school and you look like a fool
You had it all going and look what you did

You ruined it all, threw it all down the drain
Depression, bi-polar, and all that it rained
You're a mess, you're a loser, pick yourself up
No one will do it for you

When I was younger I didn't want this
To be a nobody, to be so worthless
Growing up sucks I just noticed this now
And all I can think is this

Gone, gone, it's all gone
The days of my happiness
The days of playing outside
The days of my childhood

Gone, gone, it's all gone
The days of my happiness
The days of playing outside
The days of my childhood

Nothing to worry about
Scraped knees to cry about
Cookies and milk and
Mom telling you stories

Playgrounds and bicycles
Speed bumps as ramps
Nintendo and Playstation
And peeing my pants

We didn't worry about
Having a girlfriend
We didn't worry about
Being late for work

Carefree and joyful
Happiness, bliss
Everything asked for
It all just exists

It's all gone
It's all gone
It's all gone

Gone, gone, it's all gone
Forever a thought of the past
Keep moving on, and let it all sink
I'll never be happy again