They tell me your blue skies fade to gray . \5 C2 W/ F( k* f0 _8 g- @8 dThey tell me your passion's gone away , b y" y/ Q0 M9 T 6 i- |" _7 r4 p# B0 B2 nYou stand in the line just to hit a new low - _: g5 p% \7 h; f( MYou're faking a smile with the coffee you go : H3 Y! l# ~, G3 D* LYou tell me your life's been way off line: K4 J) O" C, D/ T3 r' N7 N
You're falling to pieces every time $ W* F) l6 y8 x" _8 F+ W1 U5 G( g0 I2 Z" Q; e' w Bad Day---(Daniel Powter) $ |+ a. Q# j4 `; K: v