Some days are good.
Some days are bad.
Someday make me happy.
And others really mad.
I know they don’t mean to break me
My sprits will always fly
But the words say hurt
And makes me want to cry
They love me, I know they do
They just want to help
But why can’t you?
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Some days are good.
Some days are bad.
Someday make me happy.
And others really mad.
I know they don’t mean to break me
My sprits will always fly
But the words say hurt
And makes me want to cry
They love me, I know they do
They just want to help
But why can’t you?
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