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Sunday morning, without warning knocks me off my feet. Out of order, on the border where two weeks meet. Next week's calling with golden promises Ask me to forgive the last week's misery. Sunday morning, thoughts are roaming round in my head. they possess me, but they bless me to stay in bed. When I ponder, I still wonder who to blame things I've lost in aim to keep it all the same there's a disbelief if it's joy or grief I have gone thru a week, acting like a trouble addict I have gone thru a week with lost friends and new found habits. They are all the same, oh yeah they are all the same. Letras de cancionesLack of guidance and sense will make it hard for me to win this game. Freaks and fairies judge me daily, verdicts will burn. Stuck in decadence, but to my defence, I live as I learn. Sunday morning, I'm mourning, but I am sane. I'm not choosing what I'm losing only what I gain. I have gone thru a week, acting like a trouble addict I have gone thru a week with lost friends and new found habits. They are all the same, oh yeah they are all the same. Lack of guidance and sense will make it hard for me to win this game (Thanks to Adolf for these lyrics) From Letras Mania