Some Days - Most Wanted

Look at the hands on the clock

They always move so slow

But as the days go by I’m older

Some days it rains

Some days it shines

When I close the door

I loose my mind

One day I’m older, the next day I’m not

One day I’m fine, the next day I rot

Some days it rains

Some days it shines

When I close my door

I loose my mind

Look at the hands on the clock

They always stay so slow

But as the days go by

I never get my fill

Some days it rains

Some days it shines, yea

When I close the door

I loose my mind