say bye

wake up in the mornin
raisin my tired body
same old pillow
same old bed
same old shit
goin to die in vain

lost upon a sense of time
and all of the things tat i tot was easy
gettin harder and harder each day
the empty island wun make anythin right

in love with the world
tryin to stay alive
in love with the world
hopin to stay alive

the pages turn
markin off each day with a cross
missin all the things tats lost
lost to this world

monday is blue blue day
tuesday is a sad sad day
wednesday and thursday
its the same
theres still friday
saturday and sunday
a long long way

out in the stand
a fren i forgot to say bye
who glances at me all the time
its a wrong time for somebody new
its the wrong kinda place