Some days are disasters that you wish could just end
Other days are bastards, just like a bad boyfriend
But it makes me feel much worse than this to see your face masked with a frown
I’m not telling you to smile, but don’t be down
Don’t be down, my friend!
Don’t do your wrists any harm!
You don’t belong on a funny farm
And I’d rather see you in a party dress than in a hospital gown
I’m not telling you to smile, but don’t be down
Other days are bastards, just like a bad boyfriend
But it makes me feel much worse than this to see your face masked with a frown
I’m not telling you to smile, but don’t be down
Don’t be down, my friend!
Don’t do your wrists any harm!
You don’t belong on a funny farm
And I’d rather see you in a party dress than in a hospital gown
I’m not telling you to smile, but don’t be down
— Pandora Moon, Skins (via suchafuckingcliche)
