The weekend
Another lonely Friday night Sitting here, getting tight Drinking doesn’t clear my sorrow The way I feel there’ll be no tomorrow You’re out again, not by yourself It seems you left me on the shelf But when you want your laundry done Then it’s to me you’ll quickly run I’ll iron and cook and sew for you Please tell me what more can I do? My love for you remains so deep But you’re not with me when I sleep And so I end another day At home alone while you play. Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 05:44 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Another lonely Friday night..."