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The Week

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Why should I be so afraid
When Monday is another day
We walk inside and we try to hide
From the truth that brought us here

Why can't I go back to bed
When Tuesday brings me hope instead
We settle down and we all look 'round
At the faces staring back

Why should I want so much more
When Wednesday's plastered to the floor
We try to speak with minds still weak
While they sing songs instead

Why can't others talk to me
When Thursday's looking awfully green
We staple eyes to tests revised
While we just want them shut

Why do hours pass so slow
When Friday teeters to and fro
With MTV and 420
We slowly bleed to death

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