Текст песни 16

Woke up lying on the floor Just me and an empty bottle The last night was bad, like the others So everything’s a mess And I can’t remember The last time a felt good I don’t know how things got this way And I keep on trying to find a way To return to the past Sleepless nights remind me of home Oh, if I could go back home In miles and miles away I miss the quiet streets of Solitude Feeling the wind hitting my face Twenty-inch bicycles flying high Are like black birds in the sky I just wanna go back to when I was sixteen And maybe things were better When I was just a stupid kid And I didn’t have to worry about anything And my biggest problem was waking up early And going to school Having fun trying to be cool