Bad Day

Now I'm stuck

Watch it all rot away

Everthing sags

and the colors turn grey

window to the soul

dull as a head

in an uncontrolled handful

of half risen bread

now the guilt creeps on in

I've nothing to hide

bur dozens of demons

that I'd locked inside

but they're found a new course

so they're riding real high

they open my head

let my brain dry

and I talk and I talk

but I've nothing to say

i'd better go easy

It's been a bad day

and if self ralization

ain't half of the fight

A. 45 round will tell

of the sleight of hand

I've always played

Yet just feel away

expose all the ugliest things

I have craved

if you think you can see them

then look in my eyes

I've given up everthing

except for the lies

which I've always believed

as they're leaving my lips

I'm like everyone else

cause I'm so full of shit

and I talk and I talk

but I've nothing to say

I'd better go easy

It's been a bad day