Why do my days have to be random
Why can't I be happy
Be happy about my life
And confident in my actions
Happy about my voice
And not care about the reactions.
Or
Why can't all my days be dark
Why can't I hate the world
Why can't I be ready to leave
Ready to say goodbye to it all
And to let it all go.
Maybe If my days weren't so random
I'd be able to make a choice
As to if I should stay
Are fly away
