Sunday
Today I hate
Tomorrow I loathe
Six days to wait
And the irritation just grows
As I despise the time
That seems such a crime
To waste
Without you I wait
'Til we find the place
Where it all stands still
And we get our fill
Come Sunday it will all seem right
But for tonight
I'll only feel hate
And for tomorrow
I'll only feel rage
As I continue to wait
These six terribly long days
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