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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