Why are there days like this?
When problems fall like raindrops,
hope keeps on hiding behind the
clouds, sorrows know no bounds,
sadness and negativity take over
your house.
Why are there days like this?
When your tears can't just stop on
pouring; laughter and smiles are
flying away from you; your tongue
is lying; all the wounds are bleeding.
Why are there days like this?
When it's like someone had poured
alcohol on your wounds, and you couldn't
just stop on hurting; when your lungs
failed to inhale clean air; your chest on
flames; head on shame; problems won't
stop on coming, sinister storms arriving.
Why are there days like this?
