What's so "good" about this Friday?
I woke up on the wrong side of my bed.
My hair curled up and draped over my shoulders.
The sun failed to do it's daily routine and say hello.
The rain under my feet.
Yeah, "good" Friday.

She warned me about you and I should have stayed away.
I never should have opened my big fat mouth.
Ugh now I can't keep away

He did what they all do and he finished my sentences.
He left me speechless once more.
Should I try to escape or do I stay?

I don't suppose you could lend me a hand?
My pen and my paper seem pretty bland.

L is for the way she Lied to me
O is for the One scar I bleed
V is Very Very exceptionally wrong for me
E is Even more pain than anyone can endure