Get on with it

by Mild insomnia   Sep 27, 2004


To say that it's a sunday,
I feel so tired out,
And still I know that monday,
Is hanging about,
The weeks roll by,
I've no time to cry,
So I'll get on and live my life.

My heart feels so empty,
And it's sinking within,
I know that by wednesday,
I'm gonna give in,
I can't take it,
I've lost my grip,
Down the slope, I slip.

My paths are so long, seems too far.
Still I try, I know I, will get by.
So I keep saying, I'm sure I can't.
I have to, for you, it's what I must do.

You're the reason I'm still here,
Made it through today,
You make things seem so clear,
And my fears drift away,
The days fly by,
No need for me to cry,
I'll just live my life.

There's no light shining, calling me home,
I'm hollow, and so cold, on my own,
And I'm sitting in the rain alone,
I don't care, cos you're not there, it's so damn unfair.

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