Is it gonna be ok?
Is it gonna be ok?
A sunny day becomes gray
He says,"My life is seasonal"
But aint no rain on this parade
carts roll by and suddenly food makes no sense
The hallways are animating life, and some laugh some cry
some hate to say good bye. Will it be ok, will it be ok.
One last of everything so Ill take one last drink, one last phone call, one last walk, one last stand , one last argument, I have to feel alive
one last argument, and the gray sky turned white.
If your life was seasonal would you be ok?
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