What good is a day without a smile?
lately, I’ve known those days very well
When I can hold the number of times I’ve laughed, in my fist
clenched ready for war

What good is a day when a shower feels like a chore instead of an escape
cause the world is spinning, and I’m afraid I’ll drown

Weeks made of days like these put the end in weekend cause
what good is a Saturday without a nap?

What good is a day that you want to end?
I am tired of wasting my time, wishing I could sleep -
to abandon it all