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Another Summer Day

Another summer day.

A perfect time to lay your heads on your beds.

A perfect time to feel that warmth outside your desk.

A perfect time for people to stay.

A perfect time to find a mate.

 

Another summer day.

Adventures were stored ahead.

Feeling that summer hearts beating in unison.

Hoping to fill that empty reasons.

Hoping to fill the gaps that make you blue.

Hoping to satisfy that empty life without you.

 

Another summer day.

A perfect time to get away.

A chance that people will grab for sure.

A chance to make one full.

 

Another summer day.

Another opportunity to waste.

Another time staring blankly at the bars,

Hoping for someone to visit your barn.

Another time to realize the empty you

Seldom greeted by those pathetic fools.

 

Just another summer day where some people fell astray.

Just another summer day where the bright skies fade, leaving not even a trace of ray.

How I wish this summer could be

But it’s not meant for me

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