I miss the old times
When I ran muck.
Pissing everyone off
And not giving a f*ck.
I started to change
When I saw tomorrow.
I wasn’t ready
For yesterdays sorrow.
I challenge the world
To find I am only small,
And that I know sh*t
And that means f*ck all.
I can’t do anything for the future,
Nor for the past.
Because it’s not up to me
Because life diminishes fast.
I don’t care who I am
Or what I’ll be.
I just know
I’ll always be me.

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