6 On "this day," When people take it for granted And say the things they never meant And few of the things that they do With the liberty of knowing That it really does not matter anyways... What if I tell you, that I do Mean the words that I say And few more that I never could Would you still smirk And give me those glances And believe what you always believed And believe what you could never acknowledge... This day, is made for dreamers Who never had guts Like me... Like you... Who would rather suffer And smile As each falling stars Passes across the horizon And sit and wonder What could have been... What never did... And what still can be...