In the bad days
It always looks like a mortuary, far from being a sanctuary
One by one, those you called friends, will be leaving you into the arms of your ugly fate
Your heart will pant for safety and you will beat yourself to that
They will be leaving with beautiful excuses
One fine excuse will be enough to put your issue to bed
If you are a lucky guy, few friends will pretend they feel your pain
Sooner or later, they will be falling out like soldiers marching into war
You will be sorry for the mistakes made
You will be sorry for your innocence too
Bad days can turn a good man into a bad guy
What you have inside will combat with what is happening outside
You will be so down
You could look around to be picked up by someone or grind for days on the ground
Most of the times, you will be the one that will pick yourself up to fight again
Or stay down for years
Love songs will sound like a sharp bullet to your soul
You will stay home crying and goes out laughing
Your points won't be approved by any, it will rather go invalid
Your best friend will spit shits on your face and you won't be able to fight back
Who you really are, will be known in your bad days
The time to know, you are a human of integrity or not
You could be knocked down by a beast or be picked up by an angel
Everybody's motive towards you will be played out before your very eyes without asking them
I love bad days...
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