Looking at the sun
with it's light shining bright
I look up and think
it's just another day
But no it can't be
my world is turning to fast
one day you were here
and the next one was your last
I woke up this morning
with tears cold on my face
and thought, couldn't there have been away
to keep you here just one more day
you thought you were making life better
for us and for yourself
but instead of how you planned it
well, mine has been a living hell!
Looking at the sun
with its light shining bright
I look up and think
it's just another day.
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