Stubborn as I am, I drown in my self chosen sorrow Nothing more important to me than things I broke, so I keep on breakin' It don't matter if real or fake, in the end, your feelings they were only borrowed Now god ahead with your love set-list, call me paranoid and say that you ain't fakin' What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that you ain't fakin' What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that this won't Hidden in your den, you choose to sleep and keep me wandering But as you always wear your scent bag, I will find you Even Scattered your feelings are fake, still drown-in' your self chosen sorrow Now what about your so called gift, is it still by your side or is it you that's fakin' What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that you ain't fakin' What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that this won't die It's coming up again, the same old bad thing Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away What a day, what a day What a day, what a day What a day, what a What a, what a..rgh What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that you ain't fakin' What a day, what a day But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes And say that this won't die It's coming up again, the same old bad thing Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away It's coming up again, the same old bad thing Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away