It’s Not My Day

I woke up this morning with a headache that could change a man
With a knife in my stomach and a black light over my head
And I struggled to find a reason to rise again
With a screaming alarm and a feeling of emptiness

Well broken is a feeling that I already know
Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow
That’s what I say
No it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
No it’s not my day, no

Well I fell asleep with a headache that could raise the dead
With a knife in my back and it’s slowly twisted in and in and in
With a thorn in my side and nails for a bed
And a familiar feeling comes back to me again and again

Well broken is a feeling that I already know
Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow
That’s what I say
No it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
No it’s not my day, no

(No it’s not my day
No it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
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Well it ain’t my day
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Well it’s not my day
Well it ain’t my day

Well broken is a feeling that I already know
Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow
That’s what I say
Well it’s ain’t my day

Well broken is a feeling that I already know
Like a time-bomb ticking, I’m ready to blow
That’s what I say
Well it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
Well it ain’t my day
No it’s not my day, no

(Well it ain’t my day
No it ain’t my day
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Well it ain’t my day)

No it’s not my day, no
Well it’s not my day
Well it ain’t my day
(No it’s not my day)