Monday mourning

Monday mourning
Monday mourning
tears are falling
down like fluid pain
and it's a long
lost Monday morning
The telling words
i like to learn
are dying on your lips
as the morning
through my fingers slips
I find myself in times like this
quite amazed
how eager everything is to go wrong
around me
Monday mourning
tries to wound me
eyes look hurt again
for have I asked
and will never ask again
for I have asked
i will never ask again.