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Those Days

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TheBlackWolfBoy

Published: Aug 25, 2011

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It's been one of those days again
When you can't bear to look yourself in the eye
When the gold flecks just don't shine
And you look like there's a planet on your shoulders

You don't want to bother anyone
And you don't want to be alone but just can't connect
It's a day when you don't know what to do anymore
When you're so tired of your existence

It's a day when you feel worthless
Not deserving of anything
Like the world could just pass you by
And not one person would care

It's a day when your hair is a mess
And your smile can't quite hide the red rimmed eyes
When you insist it's all ok
But it's not

You can't stomach food
And you can't capture sleep
The weight on your chest just won't lift
And it turns the your whole world grey

It's a day when I can't cheer you up
I can't change the facts
I can't make you better
I can't fix the pain you hide inside

You're falling further away from me
Because he left fingerprints on your mind
You won't let me in
But I know it's been one of those days again

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