hows this song?(i wrote it)

passing by streets full of little kids playing
think back to when that was you
now you see the empty feeling in your heart

the time your brother and you went to the park
when you were 9 and tried to get him to play with you
what about when he turned 13 and you were 12 when he told you
i dont need you your not my type of person

when you drowned yourself in music and art
What happened to the good times?
as i sit here and watch the little kids play i wonder
what happened to the happy family?

why are there so many fights now?
I walk down the streey everyday and see the little children play
they look so happy
But how long till there grown up and thinking back to this time when everything was perfect?