There are days when the music is too loud And the grass looks too green There are mornings when the **** crows too proud And mama's cheerful wakeup call sounds too mean
There are days when my dreams seem too blury When past nightmares seem too scary There are mornings when my goals are too high And my arms are too tired to reach for anything but the nigh
There are days when my head is too heavy to lift When even my eyelids are too heavy to lift There are mornings when my eyelashes are forced to sweep My cheeks and be drenched in the tears I weep
There are days when I wake up and wish I had stayed asleep Remembering how I didn't sleep last night counting sheep The drowsy feeling of last night lapses into the insomnia of today And the dreams of yesteryear bounce off my head like a faded light ray
Only on those days when the sweet music doesn't speak to my soul And the green of the grass might as well be grey, Do I shamefully and pitifully wallow In the sweet, sticky, dry tears on my pillow
Only on those mornings when the **** crows continuously, monotony its tone And mama calls for me to wake up, a few hours after my first wink, in a voice that's a slow, dull, monotone Do I shamefully and pitifully wallow In the sweet, sticky, dry tears on my pillow
If you've ever cried yourself to sleep thinking that by daylight you'll be okay, just to wake up crying still...then you'll understand.