Back then, I was happy
The feeling that makes you strong
Made you forget all of your vulnerability

Now, I am depressed
Imprisoned by the feeling
I really wish I could suppressed

Someday, I hope I could be happy
Will no longer feel the depression,
the suppression and my vulnerabilty

Past, Present, Future. I wish I could go back
Or I wish I could fast forward time.
But sad to say, I couldn’t even exchange it
for millions and millions of dimes.