I lost you on a Friday
I burried you on a Saturday
I cried myself to sleep on Sunday
And faced the world on Monday

Tuesday had me numb
On Wensday I could barely stand by
Did you see me, that Thursday night?
Know I tried, but on a Friday I died

From the moment we met I know there was something about you that drawed me to you

You asked me out everyday and yet I stayed with a guy who I could not see it for only a few days of the year  

But after 3 months I finally gave you my number left him for you

We have had are ups and down and right now we a getting out of a down

We would hang out ever Sunday a day just for me it made me smile made me happy and soon summer came and we would spend Sundays and wensday together

And at the end of that summer I know what I saw and it was a diamond in the ruff

I fell in love with you and I still am you are my world

Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wensday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday

I don't want to spend the rest of my life
Looking at the barrel of a gun

I don't want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say

I don't want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell

I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart

It's dark all day and it glows all night
Factory smoke and acetylene light

I face the day with me head caved in
Looking like something that the cat brought in

And they're only going to change this place
By killing everybody in the human race

They would **** me for a cigarette
But I don't even wanna die just yet

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone

There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

I cannot in my aimless nature make
My promises to work and study good.
Before the damnèd test on Wensday take,
I set up for myself a failure rude,
Forgoing what I full soon must address,
For now, for now. I put it off with ease,
Indulging in calamitous excess
Without remorse, till, struck, I beg God 'please!'
If He that fashioned me might kindly cause
The stars in heavens bright to rearrange
So that my hectic life is put on pause,
To rest, to wake, to find resolve, to change,
Then I should own, secure in what God willed,
The spirit to endure and not be killed.