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Nobody told me there'd be days like these,
I heard those words long ago,
I didn't believe them.
It sounded so farfetched,
it sounded stretched,
an odd cartoon of words.
Days like these?
Ha,
I do as I please.
Nothing is wrong,
nothing wrong so much that it matters,
that's what I thought.
I heard those words,
days like these,
when I was young and full of myself.
I did not listen,
I did not care,
I had tickets to life.
Monsters came,
monsters went,
they wouldn't get me.
Sailing was smooth,
the wind was right,
I slept well at night.
I was cozy,
comfort was my friend,
all was alright.
But the mistake I made,
was standing in shade,
quite shielded from light.
No,
don't look at truth,
take charge of life I said.
Don't let the bad guys get you,
It's all up to me,
and so I thought.
But somebody did tell me,
There'd be days like these,
his name was John.
And now I know,
now I see,
there are days like these.
And it's not all about me.
Picasso Alfont