This coulda been one of those days br I didn't feel like writing br A day when drugs embraced me br And washed my thoughts away br This coulda been a day I didn't feel like fighting br When the minutes turn to hours till the end of the day br br But, there will come a day when even drugs won't be enough br To forget mistakes and problems all surrounding us br Pretty soon this little world is gonna tear itself apart br I can feel it in my soul br I can feel it in my heart br br I crack a beer, and out the window I stare br My glass half empty; my glass half full br Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs br I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool br br The writers write, the singers sing br The poor stay poor; the rich hoard things br The thirsty and the hungry die br People don't care, so nobody asks, 'Why? ' br The smoke from burnt books clouds the sky br Men beat their wives; Religion or cultures justify br While asses rot in front of TV screens br The masses scream - the poets still dream br br I crack a beer, and out the window I stare br My glass half empty; my glass half full br Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs br I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool. br - Aug.