Days Like These

I like to think myself
a happy child
demure and sweet
and innocent
and wild

But days like these
sap all my joy away
and I don't think
that I can
last the day

Filled with an anger
pure hatred
loathing
and I can't find
happiness in nothing 

I want it all
to go away right now
just close the curtain
I'll take my
final bow

It's not as if 
I really want to die
I wanna disapear
become part
of the sky

If I could not exist
for an hour or two
maybe I would stop
feeling so down
and blue