Some Days
Some days I just wanted to scream
I just wanted to runaway
Or melt as if I were cream
They make everything seem like a dream
But there are so many things in the airway
Yet everyone wants me to satisfy them
Nothing seemed right, it felt like a scheme
Running away wasn’t helping so all I did was pray
Hoping things wont go to the extreme
Then I went to my sister’s house to blow off some steam
I know she was tired, but she listened to me until the next day
She made me realize I had to work on my self-esteem
She also made me realize we have to work as a team
She told me don’t listen to what people say
She taught me the meaning of redeem
For a minute I thought I was living the American dream
But all of a sudden everything turned gray
Some days I just want to scream
Or melt as if I were cream
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