They tell me your blue skies fade to gray6 L9 n9 O% s; v* W+ v9 `0 q! w
They tell me your passion's gone away / `, w' R- Y+ ?0 C7 E7 o' g/ i# I
You stand in the line just to hit a new low ' N' h* X& i1 q/ KYou're faking a smile with the coffee you go 9 X# B* o- h( WYou tell me your life's been way off line : v! S) |4 m+ s" y* V5 ~9 E* aYou're falling to pieces every time Y( _. p }, p' @8 Q, d # E. @+ h7 X, Z+ v- Y: UBad Day---(Daniel Powter). n7 |2 Y- W! {* C: o2 l