"Just another day,"
I tell myself each morning.
Just another excuse to exist.
Just another boring waste of life.
Just another day in the life of me.
And music may make it go by a little faster
But it's still what it is:
"Just another day."
And friends may make me smile
Every once in a while,
But this day is still a waste.
Just another boring day in the life of me.
I watch as chaos explodes
I watch as people die
There seems to be nothing I can do.
That's when it hits me:
This is a different kind of day.
It's a sad, pathetic, horrible day.
Until I wake up again…
"It's a miracle:
It's just another day."