Sometimes there are those days
Life will go out of its way
To prove your a mistake
It feels so horrible
You just want to stay in bed
Curl up and cry
Beg for a merciful
Just let me die
But you see
Sometimes bad things
Can make you blind
And life will move on
The sun will shine
You just have to wait
Until it peeks over
The clouds of hate
This cloud of strife
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