Dark Days
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Who is the better man, when he's sleeping in your bed?
And where are my friends when the sky turns from blue to black?
God has a cold, swift hand, when shifting my life at his convenience
I can only hold my chin so high 'til the mass of the earth drags my head down
But whether I'm laughing or crying, I'm still slowly dying with every day I wake
Divinity, grant me the grace to accept there's some things I can't modify
So keep my head high, when I'm drifting through these dark days
Though my love rests in another's arms
And I lay in bed with the next regret
I hope things can get better when
I realize I don't want to die while I'm still alive
I'm beginning to feel that you are the blood and the air I breathe
So find your way back to me
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