That I will say
When things don't go
How one plans according to one's liking
When one wants to throw in the towel
Hides under the covers & not come out
Till the fall winter or Spring
Everyone has their Friday's
Everyone has those days
Why me I just can't face the world
A bad hair day, make up isn't on right
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