Days will come when
The sun will burn out
Shroud you in night
The stars rain in fire
Setting you ablaze
Tears will fall
Blood will flow
Hair be cut
Stitches sewn
They're known as Bad Days
Days when we hate
For get to eat
And cry because nothing is working out
Then we fall asleep at some point
And wake up the next day and realize
Maybe something good will come our way