There are days, when we talk and laugh together
There are days, when you don't seem to answer
There are days, when i go to bed a happy person
There are days, when i go to bed feeling lonesome

There are weeks, when i want to end my life
There are weeks, when my best friend is the knife
There are weeks, when i feel like I'm so useless
There are weeks, when it seems like I'll never clean my
mess

There are months, when i wait to hear from you
There are months, when i want to be popular, too
There are months, when i want you to know that I'm here
There are months, when I'm searching for my dear

There is one life, and it's hard to get out of it
There is one me, and i have to live with that
There is one family, even do they suck
There are so many people, who don't seem to give fuck