The Olden Days
Author: Dani


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 wasnít 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 canít do anything for the future,
Nor for the past.
Because itís not up to me
Because life diminishes fast.
I donít care who I am
Or what Iíll be.
I just know
Iíll always be me.


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