Sunday is fine
But you feel sorrow
At the end of the night
You switch of the light
And go to sleep
Seeing dreams
Of the next day bad scenes
At the morning
Coffee maker
Is a saviour from that lifetaker
Since the shower is too lame
To get you in the fine frame
To stay and be yourself
Without a shame
You dress yourself
You prolly look like mess
Thinking that where is the bless
For this never ending hell
Of the morning bells
After every sunday
Comes monday
Which is not that funday
But still, even feels like being killed
You have to rise, and act nice
To look good, in others eyes
Speak the truth, don't tell lies
And wait for the night cause its coming
Keep walking, Keep running
And survive through the day
Cause the monday, just like every other day
Is something you have to take
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
