i work all week
waiting for the weekend.
thinking of the fun stuff
i'm gonna do.
but with the weekend
comes a dark cloud.
it's sunny outside,
the cloud's in my head.
voices rain out of the cloud
and hurt my soul.
i wish i was back at work
where things are clear.
i don't know how to fix this.
the only thing worst than living it
is trying to explain it.
by martin
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