And suddenly
Sundays were the worst days to exist
A reality dragging at my feet
Bags packed
Heart in hand
I wish I could stay
I don't want to leave
I hate the road
It's harsh for me
Sundays come too soon
Monday drags the week
I wish I could close my eyes
So Sundays don't exist
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
And suddenly
Sundays were the worst days to exist
A reality dragging at my feet
Bags packed
Heart in hand
I wish I could stay
I don't want to leave
I hate the road
It's harsh for me
Sundays come too soon
Monday drags the week
I wish I could close my eyes
So Sundays don't exist
