To feel blue on a sunny day,
Such a funny thing to say,
The sun is shining,
But I'm still here whining.
I'm dressed all in black,
Because the happiness won't come back,
My head bows low,
Slow from tip to toe.
At last the sun is here,
But, I remain in despair,
The rain has gone again, so it's said,
But, there's a dark cloud over my head.
To be morbid is my woe,
To be happy I cannot show,
You won't see me smile,
Because a mask I wear for awhile.
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