paroles de chanson Sunday - Lecx Stacy

I keep worrying about the wrong things
I will never know
Everyday feels like its Sunday
It will never go

Fucking with the wrong things
Focussed on dumb things
This won't work
It's not working

Everyday's Sunday
I fucking hate Sundays
The feeling gets worse
I can't control it

Everyday feels the same
And its getting worse
I need a change in my pace
Or I'll crash and burn
Killing time is like a suicide
I feel like I'm wasting my time
More like I'm wasting my life
This week feel like a day
This year feel like a week
I'm always down in the dumps
And now my bones getting weak
Getting numb to routines
Spitting blood in the sink
And the next day is the same fucking thing

I keep worrying about the wrong things
I will never know
Everyday feels like its Sunday
It will never go

Fucking with the wrong things
Focussed on dumb things
This won't work
It's not working

Everyday's Sunday
I fucking hate Sundays
The feeling gets worse
I can't control it

Fucking with the wrong things
Focussed on dumb things
This won't work
It's not working

Everyday's Sunday
I fucking hate Sundays
The feeling gets worse
I can't control it