Maybe different days are brought along with different faces. Have me guilty of not showing emotion nor feelings when I wake up to this cruel world
World with so much to learn
Like a toddler trying to pronounce Monday
A teen trying to figure out how to write tuesday
And Me trying to spell out Wednesday
I guess these days put me to sleep, in a dreamland where I only suffer cause too much drinking aren't good for Thursday
And for Friday I don't know, maybe sit on the grass talk about love&life; with you like we're on our last Saturday
And it brings joy in the heart
Waking up next to you on a Sunday morning
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Maybe different days are brought along with different faces. Have me guilty of not showing emotion nor feelings when I wake up to this cruel world
World with so much to learn
Like a toddler trying to pronounce Monday
A teen trying to figure out how to write tuesday
And Me trying to spell out Wednesday
I guess these days put me to sleep, in a dreamland where I only suffer cause too much drinking aren't good for Thursday
And for Friday I don't know, maybe sit on the grass talk about love&life; with you like we're on our last Saturday
And it brings joy in the heart
Waking up next to you on a Sunday morning
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