sunday is the loneliest day
you are left with your thoughts
in pew's as you pray
or in bed's as you lay
either way
sunday is the loneliest day
at any given moment
the dams of your eyes may give way
as streams of helplessness roll in liquid gray
because many sundays ago i asked you to stay
yet you showed no signs of human compassion as you walked away
it was like you possessed no emotion
looking on at me with an empty face
this was when my own heart began to decay
and as time has passed
i understand why you had nothing to say
because someone had done the same thing to you and that is okay
so while you may not be thinking of me to this day
i know you'll at least agree
sunday is the loneliest day