What Kind Of Day Has It Been
I’m terrified of things that try
To hide behind another mind
I throw my hand to try and stop
I could never face them head on
I wouldn’t know where to stand
I balance out my other self
With a kind of new, aggressive sense
Which sometimes fits but never rhymes
I could never change my mind
It was the best one I could find
Oh, what kind of day has it been
What kind of day has it been for you
Its never true and then…
What kind of day has it been
What kind of day has it been
A range of ways to comprehend
But really learn how to pretend
A fragile rock, a see through wall
I could never recreate this pain
So here we go again
I close my eyes to try and sleep
And fake myself into some deep
Understanding of this tale
All along she knew just what to say
And its only been one day
But Oh….
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