There are days when everything is easy
Days without decisions
Rainy days when all you need is an umbrella
But then there are other days
Sunny days
Shorts or jeans
Jacket or not
Sun-block or chance it
I wonder what I live for:
That beautiful couple standing in line
Were they really wasting their youth?
Or am I?
I know what I have to believe
I know it is right
I know I will never see that blond beauty
Naked
But maybe I already have
I have seen beauty
Beauty that boyfriend has given up
That is True
I am one of the lucky few
But those sunny days
Those fucking bright and sunny days
They make me wonder:
What if I had gone the other way?
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