Que Sera Sera
spontaneous fits of anger
bouts of jumbled up disarray
Disheveled and violently shaken
Awoken From my slumber
almost had me mistaken
The glorious days are long gone
Have been that way for some time now
no longer do I cry or pout
I've learned to just let the situations ride out
no use staying in a state of somber
it is what it is
And that's all it will ever be
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