They tell me your blue skies fade to gray/ V0 K2 P' @+ J! k- i
They tell me your passion's gone away : a' R" s R5 @- O / |6 E/ {0 f2 P! V, d9 |You stand in the line just to hit a new low 7 E4 L7 V$ Z# f" Y1 r; {* qYou're faking a smile with the coffee you go0 B) ^: f) e) M- |1 L
You tell me your life's been way off line: R+ D% r1 c* c* X8 p f- p
You're falling to pieces every time% J' m n; q- ~- J7 Y6 P& X! f
$ S* D* Y1 E5 E' ?* P Bad Day---(Daniel Powter)- W' K5 A7 W' j