Glory days...(the antiprose)

Was upon a time when everything was different...

When i used to live another life...
When the glass where i was looking trough was other...
until now...

I used to be the good one...
the perfect one...
but not for me...

I remember the glory days, when i used to run, i used to swim, to study a lot, just to become the perfect child, the perfect husband, the perfect man...

But i was wrong...
because everything that i did i did it for you... but not for me...
you can call me selfish, you can call me now whatever you want...
and i dont care...
Because im bringing back to life my glory days... when i used to be me...
now everyone is denying what i am... because they never knew me like me...

So finally i can scream to the wind my name... because this is me...
and im learning again, to believe in me, to take care of me...
Im not a new man... im the old one a step forward.

No matter what they say... no matter how many times they try to kill me...
no matter what happend...
ill survive,,
because you cant defeat me anymore... because now im again on my glory days...
and my soul is stronger than then...

Get used to it.. they should do it...i believe in it...