Sunday

well it's sunday again

and the week just began

i'm holding it through

cause i know what to do

all of the world

seems to be boring

i seem to be looking

some kind of a meaning

in the other side of my mind

i wish i could find

some kind of love

and i'm not alone

it's a habbit i own

and everyone seems to be sorry

and sunday passed through

i knew what to do

i spent my time

thinking of you

wishing to find

searching in my mind

but i'm not alone

it's a habbit i own

and everyone seems to be sorry