I know it's cliché  
*But **** Monday

~     Sometimes Its to much
*And i feel i may bleed to death of it

Doused
             in living fire
                                 I burnt to ash
                                                       From the ash
                                                             ­              Hope springs
                                                         ­                                        An eternal ring

Bathe in waters sweet
*To wash the pain from me

Through his smile
*I see an empty soul

It trickles by when life is slow
Yet when its fun how fast time goes

Minutes like decades
Years like seconds

In the space of a blink
Your hair will have turned to gray
And all your friends will have passed away
Left only old photos of bygone days

And in the mirror of youth
You'll hardly recognize  
The lines on your face
live today before its gone away

I used to be smart
I used to be strong
But these last few years
Have torn me apart
I lost who i am
Sometimes i think
That I've come to far
*To find my way home