Bad Days

I miss the old days, the ones that made mehh smile.
I miss the fun I had growing up, I had nothing to cry about.
Now that I'm a teenager, I see the world from what it is.
The days I now have are bitter sweet,
Nothing really matters anymore.
You don't know if your day will be good or bad.

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