Lycia

Broken Days

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I will not sleep, tonight
Too many thoughts, muscles too tight
Here in the dark, I'll replay
All that has passed, my youth,
The glory of broken days

Cold winter sun, rises, decays
I'll just get up, to stay drunk, all day
Too many doubts, thoughts that delay
It is now gone, it's gone,
The glory of broken days


Writer/s: Mike Van Portfleet