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[saltyourwounds]

The good old days are good as gone
Back in the day, before we were hard
when we used to play out in the yard
Nothing else mattered just then
Now there's nothing
and I'd be fucking lying if I said I wasnt trying to move on
but even if I could, I dont think I wound
because Im dying and those days are gone
They're fucking gone
Im not looking forward to looking back for the rest of my days
I wish I could learn to never go back
but, sadly its just not my way