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Some days I am just sad and lonely
keeping memories with every
clock ticking too slowly
and I wish away the time
wishing that another day would be here
and maybe that day
will hold more potential than this day
but each one of my some days
turns out to be everyday
Some days my brainwaves border on psychotic
and some days its more than hard to breathe
and the only thing to do
is watch the world through an empty glass
one following another
the last becoming the next
Some days I think my world dropped along the sidewalk
cracking all of my seams
Some days I see a happy person and start to cry
used to be that SOME DAY
was something special
a prize to be revered when all the bad things
would be gone
Some Day
now that i am older i see the bitterness
in the truth
that some day
is just another day
with no end in sight
keeping memories with every
clock ticking too slowly
and I wish away the time
wishing that another day would be here
and maybe that day
will hold more potential than this day
but each one of my some days
turns out to be everyday
Some days my brainwaves border on psychotic
and some days its more than hard to breathe
and the only thing to do
is watch the world through an empty glass
one following another
the last becoming the next
Some days I think my world dropped along the sidewalk
cracking all of my seams
Some days I see a happy person and start to cry
used to be that SOME DAY
was something special
a prize to be revered when all the bad things
would be gone
Some Day
now that i am older i see the bitterness
in the truth
that some day
is just another day
with no end in sight
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