Nostalgic.

Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking about the past
And how it make me felt so good.
It is a life that will not come back,
It is a time that will rest forever in our memories,
Creating smiles still and incentive for some.

Sometimes I catch myself
looking at the mirror,
Facing myself, thinking so hard, forgetting to fly.

Oh sometimes, some people catch me diving in nostalgia.
Some can bring me back,
But others cannot or do not even bother to do that.

The fault is on me, the guilty is me, the criminal is always me.
Every other one is innocent; and I cannot understand.
(even searching for a answer forever more)