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