At the End of the Day

by Curing the Comon Cliche   Sep 22, 2008


It's sad at the end of the day
When every things wrong
And nothing's okay

The glass hanging over our head
Shining like stars in the sky
From our friends that are dead

The world just keeps tearing our emotions apart
The pushing and pulling
On your torn to bits heart

The music that keeps us alive
When the monsters would eat us
Cause there's no where to hide

And it sad, at the end of the day
When every things wrong
And that's all you can say

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  • 16 years ago

    by StandStill

    And it sad, at the end of the day
    When every things wrong
    And that's all you can say

    ^^ kind of summed that up perfectly, jesse..

    5/5