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memories in my dresser drawer
my reflection in a broken mirror
on the floor by the bedroom door
fell when I spoke of the horror
the clouds got darker
the sky got even thicker
like mud poured in my liquor
I couldn't see the moon
I won't feel this sadness tomorrow
this time will come and it will go
tomorrow will come and this sorrow
will pass it won't last
I just have to get through today
believing tomorrow is on its way
another day to feel better again
long enough for the pieces to mend
my sky is turning grey
like black fades away
I can almost see another day
written on my face is a smile to replace
the sadness on my face
erasing my dismay
I'm halfway to Sunday
