Pregled posta

Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growing old


'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet

By Guns 'n' Roses