This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say
Dont look back
Keep your head held high
Dont ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You're feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Dont hold on to the past
Well thats too much to ask
(Madonna)
