Good days bad days, why compare?
We all live the same day the same night
We all live under the same sky
Good times when we lose track of time
And those times when the time seem frozen
Not only for you
For the guy next door, for the hobo living down the street
Same for all, different for none
That time you felt to shut the world down
We’ve all been through
But
There is a difference
Of the wise and the naïve
Wise they know that,
It’s not the fall it
matters, but how fast you stand up again
