Woke up–Nostalgic

I woke up, finding myself being nostalgic Something feels weird about the ambiance In this strange noise and silence Of only the heater buzzing Or is it my ears? Which brings me back to the good old days Back when I was seven It feels like everything happened for a reason My life had a purpose to walk, to jog Now its purpose feels like a fog Now that we're distanced Ah yes! The distance that feels never ending! I keep on falling for you harder and harder As if just one no from you will make me madder and madder In this weird nostalgic ambiance Everything feels fake But that's exactly what life is, right? It goes away while you're holding on it too tight