This Sunday is my demise
Alone in the dark
No one to call my own
Just expectations from people
Just requirements of help
My heart is shattered
I hate Sundays, I really do
It reminds me I'm not for you or for anyone
I keep trying to do good
I don't deserve anything at all
I came into this world to suffer
I came to this life to pay
This feeling of emptiness that doesnt go away
I see the moon, and I see myself alone out there
Asking for help
But no one hears me, no one can see me
I'm all alone in my shell
Waiting for someone to save me
But no one comes
No one is there
I eat some ice cream
I drive around
And my heart beats faster than the speed of light
I don't know what else to do
Life is meaningless, Life is blue
For some people like me and you