Sugar makes me high but it won't last forever
Neither does alcohol, I don't want hangovers
But some days make you happy, your head just can't stop spinning
On other days, you're brought down to a low.
You're tempted to steal a bit of sunshine away
You want to just scream in the rain
Other people look happy, So weirdly happy
And you are stuck in a slump.
You hear the echo, "Tommorow, tomorrow, tommorow,"
Other joys on other days, Be optimistic,
Then the television says, "It's going to rain tommorow,"
We would all still get wet.
There is no allowance, No hiding, No running,
No staying in your bed eating ice-cream,
You live, you breath, you have a function,
You stay in the whole miserable mechanism.
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