Some days are disasters That you wish could just end Other days are bastards Just like a bad boyfriend But it makes me feel Much worse than this To see a face masked With a frown I'm not telling you to smile But don't be down Don't be down, my friend Don't do your wrist Any harm You don't belong On a funny farm And I'd rather see you in a party Dress than in a hospital gown I'm not telling you to smile But don't be down Do, do, do, do, do, do