Yesterday was sour, so today will be sweet. Today was bitter, so tomorrow will be neat. I just have to hold on tight. Slide down 1,2,1,2. And I know I'll be alright, but fixing this is something I can't do.
I've been cursed a gruesome pain. I must spend odd days feeling insane. But even, my smile will be on the other days. Still is it worth the tragedy it pays? If I could run from fate, I wouldn't wait. I'd go so far away. I wouldn't look back any day.
I was writing, but I'm sick and sleepy, so I don't know if it's good or not.