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Somedays are better Somedays are worse, I don't know, maybe For better or worse Like that married couple, Who spend their time fighting over Spilt milk on a marble counter, My ears are blocked, I'm tired of hearing their voices. Then about me I've worn to many scars That I cannot even count with my fingers, And just when I thought it's finally over, something new happens again. Oh Lord!!What is it this time? A question I always ask But never get an answer to, Because what's coming is Always a SUPRISE