When those days go by,
When you dream of flying high,
Almost able to kiss the sky,
But the world passes you by.

When those nights cover the light,
You are put into fright,
And you know you just might,
Sleep through the whole night.

When those dreams that feel so real,
When you think your skin is starting to peel,
And those pinches you think you can feel,
Those dreams can seem so real.

When those people call you a friend,
But they know it will be over by the weeks end,
The broken pieces unable for you to mend,
If only they were truly your friend.

When those days are so bad,
You go home mad or extremely sad,
You think of all those good times you had,
And realize life isn’t too bad.

 
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