Sunday Letra

up yours and your quiet walks.

O Sunday!

Fuck you and your lack of structure,

it's enough to put a freak like me under.

The more hopeful and healthy the weather,

the sadder, the sadder I get.



She said:

It's enough, it's enough to be alive.

I replied: I could make it just fine

if I didn't feel so...



Please understand!

Being down don't give me no pleasure,

I'd rather be rollerblading

or Chinese New Year parading,

anything but debating



what she said:

there are many new pharmaceuticals

for people like me.



O Sunday!

You're like a girl I could never get,

you mock me in joy and gladness.