I Hate Sundays

[♫]

I got nothing, I'm on my own
Tears blur the chance of seeing light
Nobody's here, I got to fight
The one thing that makes me feel
The things that I just can't abide

It's another chance you've blown
To tell your lover how she means the world
Everyone hurt, everyone lie
I'm no exception
But at least I try

I do not feel young at all
I've been trapped here inside
With no intention in mind
And then your heart gets cold
Just remember you know
You will never fit in the mold

A needle tears a hole
In the mind of a blooming child
Nobody sings, nobody cries
You have to pay the price
Just to live like you died

It's another trap they throw
To try to parasitize your mind
Some of us try, some of us die
In a world where you have to kill the clouds
Just to reach the ground

I do not feel young at all
I've been trapped here inside
With no intention in my mind
And then your heart gets cold
Just remember you know
You will never fit in the mold

[♫]

I do not feel young at all
I've been trapped here inside
With no intention in my mind
And then your heart gets cold
Just remember you know
You will never fit in the mold

[♫]



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Quinzin
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