Gloomy Weekend

A couple years ago I started to wonder Am I getting cockier or getting stronger I don't want to wait this any longer I'm stuck and I'm feeling smaller I can't move, like a baby without stroller My stance changes like water This poem born without author Can't stop thinking and I want to call her On the weekend I got nothing to do And all I can think about is you, you I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew 730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool Always cover up the truth I send this message to you On the weekend I got nothing to do And all I can think about is you, you I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew 730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool Always cover up the truth I send this message to you Thought I was 20/20, but in 2020 I'm still feeling empty It's not accidentally, where I decide to ignore things eventually Lately, I've been feeling so low, with all the thought running wild in mind Reflecting on my progress, it's so slow, I don't know what I'm doing with life I thought I could be without you, I realized this ain't my shoe I will ask again to my old self how can I be so sure No I know nothing what I'm doing, nor I know what I should be doing I was once said I expect nothing, and nothing is what I got My inner thought keep saying just do it Realized I'm such a fool right after, but can't admit You know, my mind went blank when our paths split For a long time, I stand still and watch you bleed I keep saying that I'm about this life I keep thinking, I might live if I try But no one cares when you give them a smile Even though the inside is torn apart On the weekend I got nothing to do And all I can think about is you, you I'm struggling to get through the day, but I'm sure you already knew, knew 730, Wake and all I do is trying to get through you Run in circle, I'm such a fool, fool Always cover up the truth I send this message to you When they see the real you, they keep asking you why When they see the real you, they keep asking you why