"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."