SATURDAY MORNING
Saturday morning,
wake on the carpet,
I can't remember where I've been,
Friday comes quickly,
days flash like lightning,
too much red wine and sleeping in.
I think I'm too stupid
I'm much too lazy
Every day just seems the same
There’s nothing I can do,
so I do nothing,
nothing I do will make things change.
I thought you loved me
you said you need me,
Maybe you thought I was someone else
I want you to be there,
I want you to hold me,
I cannot do this by myself.
All day I'm still dreaming,
I try to stop feeling
I try to imagine how you are
At night I'm not sleeping
I stare at the ceiling
I wish things had never gone this far
I go to the window
Pick up the paper
In this busy room I feel alone
Stare at the TV
Nothing worth watching
Praying to hear you I answer the phone
What are you doing?
Who are you seeing?
Am I still there inside your head?
What are you thinking?
Who are you kissing?
You were right when you said I'd be better off dead.
Copyright 1997 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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