• Everybody has those days
    Where things don't make sense
    And when things seem gray
    You look in the mirror
    And all you see is sorrow

    You lie awake on your bed
    Unable to sleep, insomnia
    When you finally fall asleep
    Your dreams just make things worse
    And you wake crying

    In times like this
    Happiness is low on supply
    It is all just big business
    Money and greed

    Look back at the mirror
    And just put a smile on
    Your not alone in this world
    Even if it may feel so

    Laughter is a good medicine
    It will cure that sorrow
    When you laugh the problems melt away
    And a smile appears on your face