My Days Of The Past

My days of the past is so old

Just like a picture being sold

It’s time for new ones to exist

Like the rain on a flowers mist.

 

Amongst the trees blowing in the wind

Or the curves within the next bend

A girl going for a ride cause she’s moody

Only to see nature and all it’s beauty.

 

Taking your man out for a drink

And missing the town without a blink

Ending up in God knows where

With the wind blowing in your hair

 

Sometimes I see how everything is slow

When all of a sudden you feel very low

The world is a tough one in the end

Like putting up with your only friend


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