Maybe it's like this for everyone..
The sorrow i mean.
Some of us, can't control it. Some of us, hide it.
I'd ask you if i could.
But to ask, would make me feel foolish.
Some days, its just all too much, i struggle to rise, i struggle to walk alone & in company.
We all have those days
Those days, when we know exactly what we will be doing, the predictable average days. The days everyone hates, weekdays I call them, the routine is hell.
But hey, without them, we'd have no balance in our lives.
We'd wouldn't have the weekends to wait for.
I guess this what keeps me going, gets me through the routine.
Knowing, whats at the end of each week.
The sorrow seems to be less filled in me.
But then come next week, the sorrow rises like you'd never believe.
