So, here we are again...
You and I
Me, surprised and worn out
With red eyes I wake
Wake to see you standing there waiting
You, again, impatient and grey
Filled with things for me to do
Hurrying me out of bed
Oh, how I hate your ever-presence
Always there when I turn around
Where do all of the other days go
I wonder
And why is it always you, Monday, who wakes me up from my dreams..
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