Bad days.

Tears, tears, cry your filthy tears, salty tears,

They don't understand, no one truly does

They jest and they jeer at scars they will feel,

For in due time, they will feel those same tears, 

Carving pathways in the dirt down there cheek

And never again will they laugh and sneer

At tears, tears, your perfect, innocent tears.

Bad days, bad days, let them all slip away

Pay no attention to the cruel people

Feel only the tears, and the deep sadness

The sadness, you will learn to love in time

I am not sure why, but I feel as so

I cry, and cry, and still the feeling stays

Bad days, bad days, damn the bringers of such.