How many scars do you need to tell I'm not okay?
I've ran around with my loose tongue just bringing in the reins of my hate,
To be a joke and such,
A laughable piece of dust,
As we both shook hands for the first time,
Could you tell that something isn't right?
This just isn't my day,
Nothing is right today,
No not my day,
I'm passing out,
Now it may seem a waste for you but I've got more to say,
Look I've been through many hells and heaven once but that was way long ago,
A simple tasteless joke,
A punching bag's worth at most,
When the fires began,
Did you think I would forget?
Forget what you did?
This just isn't my day,
Nothing is right today,
No not my day,
I'm passing out,
Now this may seem just like a joke,
Full of laughs with insults thrown,
As the rope hangs of his neck,
Now watch the greatest trick he's pulled,
Not his day,
It's not his day,
To much pressure,
To much going on,
Well f*ck it I'm already here,
Whether it's a cry for help or sweet desperation,
What I'm really trying to get is I need help,
But no one steps forth,
This just isn't my day,
Nothing is right today,
No not my day,
I'm passing out,
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