It can be a bad day, not a bad life.

She's there smilin' with a butterfly in her face, that blooms in the winter with the hottest embrace.

in her mind giggling like butterflies
in a white dress that looks like the skies,
i can see it in her eyes, it wears the sweetest lies.

and yet she's smilin', hidin' those little feelings
like an angel in disguise,
she likes pretending,
not to let those tears sound approaching.

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I still remember the good old days,
-a love so profound, that makes me
wanna hear those wonderful sound.

standing in front, makes my heart beat so fast, like i'm running out of air, thinking imma run for my life.