My girlfriend left me it is my fault.
I have also failed school so I won't be able to go away.
I will spend the whole summer here, Mondays included.
I hate them more (than anything) I don't know (why) but it is like this.
I hate Mondays! Mondays!
My girlfriend left me a suitcase full of
wishes that I could get my neck broken within Wednesday.
Because on that day she comes back here.
To take the things that, she says, she forgot here.
Well done, do it, come on Monday.
But that's enough I'm going out, if I could only find my trousers
And I'm going to drown all of my pain.
Because to be alone hurts even the toughest.
They do not say it but they speak with the walls*. But they are strong, them tough guys.
My girlfriend has left me it is my fault.
I have also been stopped by the police.
They told me "please get comfortable there. You're going to spend some days here.
But you are probably going to be released within Monday."
I want to remain here! I hate that day!
But that's enough I'm going out, if I could only find my trousers
And I'm going to drown all of my pain.
Because to be alone hurts even the toughest.
They do not say it but they cry leaning on the walls. But they are strong them tough guys.
They do not say it but they speak with the walls.
But they are strong them tough guys.