He's forgotten what it's like to laugh
Often wonders if he ever knew
But his memory's as clear as photograph
Wouldn't let him forget the things he wants to
Some days are better than other days
When life seems to keep him preoccupied
Some days, he feels less than other days
If those days would last, he would be satisfied
He doesn't like to feel the fragments of the past
Each moment he prays would not be his last
And he swore nothing else would bring him down
And he hopes someday he wouldn't hear the sound
The sweet sound of misery, he says
knows no other like it knows me
He's familiar with all shades of loss
Served his time the way he was supposed to
Some days are better than other days
When life seems to keep him preoccupied
Some days, he feels less than other days
If those days would last, he would be satisfied
He doesn't like to feel the fragments of the past
Each moment he prays would not be his last