Some days I sing, some days I cry. A
My soul's the one determines why. A
Sometimes it laughs, sometimes it mourns. B
On my bouquet are many thorns. B
Wake up each day, face a dark cloud. C
My happiness wrapped in a shroud. C
The day begins; to me it scorns. B
On my bouquet are many thorns. B
Lay down my head, dark nights begun. D
With the sad setting of the sun. D
From all my sorrows my heart mourns. B
On my bouquet are many thorns. B