fallen angel

So maybe this is not your day
Maybe neither was yesterday
But hey, you gotta see what I see:
Tomorrow will be good

I wouldn’t say this just to please you
I wouldn’t hold it from you, cause it’s easy
But I know you’ll disagree
But boy, you got it wrong

It ain’t the color of your hair
Not the condition of your skin
It ain’t the weight you hope in losing
Or the crisis that you’re in
It’s not the moody swings you have
Not at all, cause that’s just you
You see, there’s nothing you should change
But the will to want to

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