Some day’s I'm like polka dots bouncing all around,
Can’t keep my feet on the ground,
Never lying around
Colorful and brilliant
But other days I’m more of the like a single stripe,
Plain and out of site,
Wishing it was tomorrow
In pain and full of sorrow.
Which one will it be?
Well, for today we’ll just have to wait and see.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 8:56 AM UTC
Some day’s I'm like polka dots bouncing all around,
Can’t keep my feet on the ground,
Never lying around
Colorful and brilliant
But other days I’m more of the like a single stripe,
Plain and out of site,
Wishing it was tomorrow
In pain and full of sorrow.
Which one will it be?
Well, for today we’ll just have to wait and see.
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