Weekness

Sundays weren't always this cruel

Your blade once sharpened my sword

Turned to a duel

By Monday

You were slipping away from me

Tuesday

The truth flickers on

Wednesday

Whispers a war

Oh

Thursday morning, I mourn

All the love

We both have torn

I don't know

What will come

Before the week is done

Friday, the fights couldn't stop

Saturday was the saddest of all

Fought for us

With everything I had

Can't ignore the fact that it makes me sad

I see the color of a now forgotten dream

Sunset in the winter

Pull you close to me

I see the colors

Blur reality

Pull me from the truth

It's not what it seems

We're for each other

Slip through my hands

Like water out the ocean

Or a desert sand

I see the colors

Of midweek blues

Must be the summer or

It's black and blue

I see the colors

Bleed through the skin

Oh, is it really real?

Oh

Oh