RR (1-17-85 / Dover-Foxcorft, Maine)

Darkend Days

I looked at myself in the mirror,
and I didn't really like what I saw,
the person staring back at me,
I didn't know who he was,
but he was wearing my skin,

He looked back at me,
and he moved as I did,
he moved along to the beat of the music,
I looked at him and I wonderd why,
why I was the way that I was,

Darkend Days,
You turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
your turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
you turned my blue skys gray

why I had this urge to die,
the feelings that I held within,
wishing that no one else would find them,
wishing that they would pass me by,

the secret life that I tried to live,
looking for my depressive thrills,
looking to get high above it,
and take it on,

I look at my life as it's scatterd,
on the floor like broken shards of glass,
and I look at myself and I wonder why,
what my life should of been,
and how I've destroyed my hopes and dreams,

Darkend Days,
You turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
your turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
you turned my blue skys gray

the smell of death in the air,
it was such a sweet smell,
it smelled like victory for my darkside,
it was like I was finally going,
that I was almost finally gone,

But I try to hang on to my life,
to the people that gave their lives for me,
the people that loved and cherished me,
but for they own beneifts they don't know,
of the secret world that lives within,
the secret world of my darkend days,

Darkend Days,
You turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
your turned my blue skys gray,
Darkend Days,
you turned my blue skys gray

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