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Each days that comes
from under the sun
brings with it's hours
so many tears
we lose sight, can't see
don't see or know the
way to find another way
and look around for a new day
so we talk like madmen
scream to nightmares
find that nothing is real
days lost, meaning concealed
there's a way to look hard
but living just gets harder
scratching words on life
like your name on paper
next day the paper burns
and your name goes forgotten
by everyone you said you knew
finding a place is not an easy thing
it's a state, a country in the mind
where you are the king and your crown
is like a badge you can't put down
rule in thought
simple, don't get caught
don't look, the grass isn't greener
the eyes elsewhere, they're all meaner
next time, next day
the sun comes your way
don't curl up and die like something ill
get up, hold your chin up, and you'll
see that the next day
can be done in the same way