The six days of loneliness
starts on a Sunday,
I lay in bed and think of us,
but yet I still feel lonely.
Monday to school with a heavy heart,
and I come home the same,
I wish I could just hear your voice
call out my name.

Tuesdays are quite similar,
except I'm not so tired.
I drag myself to class
And somehow come home feeling lighter.
I still can barely sleep at night,
just like all other days.
I wish that you could hold me tight,
and take away the pain.

When Wednesday comes and slowly goes,
I still feel empty inside.
I tell myself it'll be alright,
but then I know I'd lie.
Thursdays somehow go by quick,
and Fridays are the same.
I don't do much anymore
and I know that I'm to blame.

When Saturday morning finally comes
and I know I'll see your face,
I tell you I love you and you say it in return,
it makes me feel in place.

But when that day ends
and its time for me to go,
I dream of you that night,
and I hope that my six more days
will somehow turn out right.