Days of youth
By Namdam
The days move by without a trace I wish I never left that place The dirty room with elbows in the air The pussy that would always get a scare My laced up boots that protect my feet The riot we used to cause in the street D.R.I. is playing inside The swollen nose that fucks up your pride Moshing around till you can't stand up straight Not getting home till a quarter past eight Wake up the next day and still can't move your neck Looking in the mirror and finding out your a wreck Written October 15th, 2001 © on Jan 30 2002 04:24 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"The days move by without a trace..."