How often, can one be this tired?
How gassy, can one soul feel?
How young, can one be retired?
How sad, can one soul feel?
How nice, to live with no worries?
So many times I dream
How heavy, are my lorries?
So many times I scream
O how strength, escapes my hours
Long suffering to toss these heels
O how strength, escapes my days
One day, off too many weeks
If only, they do what they say
If only, I was to speak
If only, these files go away
If only, I wasn’t so weak
Please take me, away from Mondays
Please take me, across that door
Please take me away from Mondays
Where everything makes me go,