Some days you feel pretty
Some days are just fine
Then those days that rattle you
Make you hide your face and whine
Not all moods are happy,
Not all moods are sad.
Then there're those that get you
Make you twist and churn inside
Not everything stays up
Nor are there constant lows
All the plateaus that fill the gap
Make you think of the miles to go.
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