smells like spilt milk (Remastered)

there was once a time when all things seemed just fine. a memory it used to be the passage took its toll but just what if we had the gift to turn it back? back to the days when life hurt less and letting go meant true catharsis. the dreams were new, and not imbued with apathy. oooh yeah! we used to be fearless, now we're peerless and on our own. why don't we go? back to the days when life hurt less instead of bleeding now so down and out can we overcome this hurdle. or will we cuddle? ooft booft, can we hurdle or will we curdle?