All Days Are The Same
If only-
I knew it was getting bad
when i couln't wait for it
to rain
i knew it was getting bad
when i no longer wanted to
speak to the people that
made me most people
i knew it was bad when i
wished there were days i
would go to sleep and never
wake up
if only i knew it was going
to get bad again i would've
cherised the bad again i would've
until i couln't breathe- ga
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