Anastasia Denise Johnson
Presure On A Wednesday
it's wednesday again, fight the feeling.
But there's no sense, there's just no meaning.
He makes me vomit, makes me sick.
But if he asks, I'll be there quick.
Find an escape, just let me out.
Please hold me while I dwell in doubt.
say you love me, but it's a lie.
I can see it in your eyes.
But does that stop me? Oh hell no.