Just another Sunday
And you walk out of my life again
Just another Sunday
Before our lives take another spin
You always leave me on a Sunday
Sometimes it hurts too bad to say goodbye
You always leave me desperate on a Sunday
For just one more precious night
I always break down on a Sunday
Knowing you're so far away from home
I'm always left wondering on a Sunday
With the future still unknown
I always dream about you on a Sunday
I wonder how you are
I always plead for you on Sunday
In your palace so very far
I love you on a Sunday
Because I know fate will always lead us back
I adore you on a Sunday
Even though my days are black
One day I'll love a Sunday
If I finally share one with you
Until then I'll be dying on a Sunday
A warm and wet afternoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like your a sunday person okay maybe you should explain this poem to me when im at your house. love the poem though keep it up.