SUNDAY

Sunday where's your sunshine? 
Leftovers of a fast night
Took over my head and now it aches 
Then comes depression
Then comes the shame
And the pain of being alone right after
Plus your absence 
The devil with a laughter
Then I don't know what's worse
The headache, loneliness or remorse
I would say the last two, both hurt
A movie, a simple talk
Or staying the whole day inside
That's how Sunday lost its shine
If only you could be the shine
But you make it worse for me over night
It's not you, it's me, it's fine 
You seem to be here but I decline
You're just a blurry thought 
something I already let go
Sunday, Sunday I think too much 
I hurt myself, it feels bad 
But I take it as the effect of a fast night
There's a whole week to shine
Sundays make fun of this heart of mine. 

11:55pm
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