Some Days
Some days I feel all fine and great, but some days there are just too many
decisions to make.
Some days we’re sad when we would rather be glad. Other days we fight
everyone even the ones we like.
Some days are quiet and our hate just can’t fight it. Most days we’re just tired
and we’re afraid we could get fired!
Some days we’re scared when we should be getting prepared. Some days
we’re spacy like we have been tripping daises.
Some days we’re confused when we would rather be amused. Some days we
lack concentration and everything we heard was mistaken.
Some days we’re full of joy, but by the end of the day this feeling soon
becomes destroyed. Some days we act like a baby crying when everything gets
crazy.
Some days your friends just aren’t enough and you don’t know who you can
trust. In other words SOME DAYS are better than others.
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