all my plans just blow up in my face   and i guess i'm just having a bad day   but every single day it seems just the same   and i'm so sick of having a bad day   and i wonder when my lucks gonna change   i keep having a bad day   and i don't know what else i can say   and i've had three hundred and sixty five bad days   and i can't believe what time it is   it looks as if i've done it again   i let another day slip drip down the drain   and i feel like i'm wasting my time   saving a never ending line   with nothing else to do but watch time tick away   sometimes i think about calling it quits   and i guess i'm just having a bad day   they tell me to cheer up and to deal with it   but i keep on having a bad day   and i don't think you know how i feel   and i'm so sick of having a bad day   and i don't think i'll ever learn to deal   with having three-hundred-sixtyfive bad days   the last thing i need is another friend   they always turn out so bad in the end   and i don't think i can deal with that again   and i can't believe i've wasted all year   i've got to get so so far away from here