sunday, monday gone. same old.

And there it came Sunday.
Gone.
And there it came Monday.
Gone.
Speak clearly

I try and feel the sunshine
You bring the rain
You try and hold me down
With your complaints
You come and moan and complain
You whine an tear
Up to my neck in sorrow
The touch you bring
And then you leave

You just don't step inside
To 3 damn years
So hard to keep my own head
That's what I say
I've been the beggar
I've played the thief
I was the dog,
They all tried to beat

But it's been
3 damn years of silence
It's been
3 damn years of pain
It's been
3 damn years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again

Your stupid friends may tell you
That I'm to blame
Well they're all used-up has-beens
Out of the game
This time I'll have the last word
You hear what I say
I tried to see it your way
It won't work today

I've been the dealer
Hangin' on your street
I was the dog,
They all tried to beat

But it's been
3 damn years of silence
It's been
3 damn years of pain
It's been
3 damn years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again

Bullshit and contemplation
If they knew half the real truth
What would they say
I'm past the point of concern
It's time to play

These last 3 years of madness
Sure put me straight
You come back to those times
In just one day
So hard to keep my own head
If you're gonna keep the fake game
Just go away
Just like a hooker
Nothing's for free

I tried to see it your way