I kicked the curb and
It Rained all day,
But this boy came up to me he said he enjoyed my smile so I,
Tried to keep it on for him but it didn't stay as long as I thought it could,
As I thought I would.
I fell down,
and I tried to pick myself back up,
It was hard,
But I guess I'm cleansing myself of all the bad days,
I always complain.
I asked myself,
Why don't I know that I'm enough?
It's okay,
To not be able to do that other stuff that they can,
Your part of a different plan.
You don't need to "get tough" and "buff up" and find your own cliche.
All you need,
Is to try your best to get through all the bad days,
In a good way.
Why aren't I grateful for the good things that are happening?
There's so much, that I take for granted I know we all have
Bad days,
I know that you have bad days.
I talk too much, and I say too many things I shouldn't say,
Guess I'm lucky to actually have some friends who talk me through the bad days,
I'm not myself today.
There's nothing to say.
There's this smile that I'm faking,
And you still haven't figured it out.
There's this mask, that I'm taking,
And I can't go without it.
But this boy came up to me he said he enjoyed my smile so I,
Tried to keep it on for him but it didn't stay as long as I thought it could,
As I thought I would.
You don't need to "get tough" and "buff up" and find your own cliche.
All you need,
Is to try your best to get through all the bad days,
In a good way.
