By Anonymous

I’m tired, I’m done
It’s been a bad day
I’m going to bed now
‘What’s happened?’ they say

Some days I shake getting out of bed
Some days there’s an anvil dropped on my head
Some days I’m behind glass and
Some days I cry
Some days are hard
Some days I want to die

I know talking’s important
I know that it’s true
But some days I’m done
Explaining to you

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