Better Days
I'm prying for better days
hoping to deal my pain away
clear out all the same grey days
just waiting to fly away
till I hit a good day
Just wanting to replay my childhood days
set my hates in a fiery blaze
and praise my old younger days
but nowadays everyone is full of hate
mabye it's jut a commen trait
for every mate to create some hate
we should all try to deflate the hate in the world
I had this schoolmate that I thought was my friend
but in reality I was just his bait
I found out and left though the open gate hoping to find a new first mate
I was able to find a new find a new first mate and my own soulmate so I guess I got some better days.
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