Sunday

Sunday

Today is Sunday

And the rain's blurring down my view

Today, no laughter can be heard

Just my usual crying for you

 

Today we've fallen apart

Just like we did three years ago

But although I stand alone again

You're one thing I could never let go

 

And I cry today in bed

For we've fallen apart instead

This was never meant to be

I miss you, though you've forgotten me

 

Today, my heart has grown weak

My wings can't find their way anymore

This Sunday's chanted its curse

'cause I once again lay here sore

 

And your laughter has fallen behind

'cause too many Sundays have gone by

But your image stays intact

Just as your voice, and your last goodbye

 

And I cry today in bed

For we've fallen apart instead

This was never meant to be

I miss you, though you've forgotten me

 

And the mistakes we've failed to improve

Have left today too many wholes in my route

I'll need you tomorrow as much as today

But I cry now in pain, for today, is Sunday