Well its Monday...

well its Monday. i really don't have much to say.

i feel like sleeping and drifting far, far away.

i don't want to see you, or even think of your face.

i feel like crying, or running straight out of this place.

well its Monday, and i really don't know what to do.

i feel like screaming and yelling all because of you.

i have no feelings, as funny as that sounds.

well its Monday, i guess i should do my rounds.

i feel like you owe me something, even if its a little bit.

i don't want anything from you, we never really did fit.

well its Monday. i really didn't do anything exciting.

i feel that you being here would not be very inviting.

i can't think of you because all i get is pain.

well its Monday, and here we go again.