On monday

by Patti   Jan 19, 2005


Everyday is a different day
and when a different day comes,
so does a new way.

Today is fighting back
and keeping all prisoners
Today is showing no slack
in killing my own soul

Tomorrow is picking up the pieces
of all my own soldiers
Tomorrow is cleansing my body
and ridding my mind of all the terrors

But yesterday was Monday...

On Monday i loved you
On Tuesday i fought you
On Wednesday i killed me.

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