Monday came around and you were still gone
Tuesday’s here, I don’t think that I can carry on
It’s the middle of the week, so it’s almost over
But once Thursday comes, I’ll lose my composure
It’s finally Friday, much like any other day
Saturday hits, your mark won’t fade away
It’s now Sunday and the cycle continues
With memories to write about
All to try to make myself forgive you.
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