It's Sunday,
such a cruel day,
living life like I've got nothing to lose
How far,
will I go, in my car,
it's like a knife stuck in my throat
Where to,
I struggle through,
this day never seems to end
But it's okay,
despite what I say,
the fight continues each and every day
Right now,
I just don't care how,
just take a deep breath and begin to fade
Say goodbye,
to my weakness, as I,
so long, to regret
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