Some days are disasters
That you wish could just end
Other days are bastards
Just like a bad boyfriend
But it makes me feel
Much worse than this
To see a face masked
With a frown
I'm not telling you to smile
But don't be down
Don't be down, my friend
Don't do your wrist
Any harm
You don't belong
On a funny farm
And I'd rather see you in a party
Dress than in a hospital gown
I'm not telling you to smile
But don't be down
Do, do, do, do, do, do