Bad day

by dion   Mar 13, 2006


Sitting at home,
theres not much to say
except that my life
is based on a bad day

looking out my window
watching kids play
if i tried, it get messed up
because of a bad day

when i walk
the sky turns gray
thats telling me
I'm having a bad day

having bad dreams
in the bed that i lay
there all repeats
off every bad day

when i walk by
figures turn to clay
its bad luck
its a bad day

the day you left
i had nothing to say
and that was the start
of my bad day

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