Good Days

You only see me on good days. On bad days I suffer alone. When feeling half-dead, I curl up in my bed And I hide from the world on my own.

You only see me on good days. You see what I want you to see. And after the fact, how much was an act? And how much was actually me?

They only see me on good days. They covet my cool and my charm. If only they knew all the pain I’ve been through; All the storms that preceded the calm.

I only see me on good days. On bad days that wreck isn’t me. The mirror must lie ’cause I don’t know that guy And he’s not someone I’d like to be.

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