This is the day,
The day that I fell,
Fell into a hole,
a hole so black,
I feel like I’m running,
running away from sorrow,
sorrow I can't control,
my life is hard,
And in the midst,
I cast adrift,
The pain that I feel,
as it conceals,
Hides my face,
into this daze,
As my life,
won't ever change,
I think to myself,
this is the day!
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