i thought life to be a kind of fun, setting hopes, dreams that came true, i thought that the more i grow up, the older i become, the brighter life'd be, less prohibitions and restrictions , more freedom and possibilities. Then it was the time, when i got it. At first you won't notice, you won't even magane to, you won't have the time... it all slips away, all down the drain, outta your grown up and freedomed hands... friends, girlfriends, bands, money, relatives, and all the other importants just slipped away, or fall that far from my sphere of activities, that i couldn't have managed to pick&load them into my day shedules.
then i've put my head upon the problem. i say straight, i don't think it to be my fault only. let it be the case of growing up and knid of changing priorities, like the old ones won't fit me, but i used to them... like, i need time. but the situation isults me to change the wardrobe, the old things ain't suit me anylonger.
Does it mean new friends, girlfriends, money? hardly. i think it's all about finding a new approach towards old fasion things. don't take it close, or like a confession. it just no longer breeds my mind. thank you and good night.