Miss old days, miss old friends... as they were then...
Miss old me...
Have really great time now,
But sometimes I'd like to taste what's left in the memories...
To feel it again, the great things that left out there,
Without returning back...
Everybody gone somewhere or changed...
I changed too, gone somewhere...
Escpacially after army,
The person I were before, probably kick my ass now...
I mean he would probably wanted be me...
But I was more extreme, more alive, could say everything to anyone!
Without thinking about consequences...
What happent, days gone by somehow and I changed...
A hi-tec dude with and guitar in my hands and a mic infront of me...
Like then but different...
A fucking appartment and a car downstairs...
A life I wanted, but why do I miss the old days?
I miss you and miss what we had...
Never wanted to change, but the change is a fucking progress...
So fucking live with that...
I have great time with Karina, wanted you to know...
Hope you have great time too...
And hope you miss me,
Like I miss you...
And like always these words make me weep like a girl...
But I can't help it... Nothing to do...
This my life...
Happy/sad/happy again,
Me SHiTHeaD as always, Max
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