There are times when the bluest skies seem grey
You don't know how to approach them or what to say
But we can't slow down, like children we keep on yearning
And we can't let it show, though inside we're really burning
But I close my eyes, block all they are saying
Until there comes a time, when I can no longer stay
There are times when the people around us we never see again
It can't happen to me, but they don't believe me
And in my time of dying,
may the skies not seem so grey
And through all the children's crying,
may they not forget what I did say
Through the years of constant lying
that far my soul never did stray
And hoping fans are still buying
as my rotting corpse now lays
There are times when the bluest skies seem grey
You don't know how to approach them or what to say
But we can't slow down, like children we keep on yearning
And we can't let it show, though inside we're really burning
There are times when the people around us we never see again
It can't happen to me, but they don't believe me
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