Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
They all just seem the same
The days keep flashing by me
As if they never came.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday
I need to change this mood
Make something of the time I'm granted
If only I could.

When Sunday rolls around
Another wasted week
If I could look into the future
Happiness is what I seek.

Confidence, Self-Pity
Opposite ends of the same game
Can't choose both, so you settle for less
Less than is deserved
And the dice roll, like the wind blows
The game goes on.