I Hate Sundays

I got nothing, I'm on my own Tears blur the chance of seeing light Nobody's here, I got to fight The one thing that makes me feel The things that I just can't abide It's another chance you've blown To tell your lover how she means the world Everyone hurt, everyone lie I'm no exception But at least I try I do not feel young at all I've been trapped here inside With no intention in mind And then your heart gets cold Just remember you know You will never fit in the mold A needle tears a hole In the mind of a blooming child Nobody sings, nobody cries You have to pay the price Just to live like you died It's another trap they throw To try to parasitize your mind Some of us try, some of us die In a world where you have to kill the clouds Just to reach the ground I do not feel young at all I've been trapped here inside With no intention in my mind And then your heart gets cold Just remember you know You will never fit in the mold I do not feel young at all I've been trapped here inside With no intention in my mind And then your heart gets cold Just remember you know You will never fit in the mold