-Sunday-
The day is silent and still;
Too quiet for a Sunday.
My mind wanders over the things I know,
And I begin to cry.
I don't want to know this.
I don't want to feel this guilt.
Stop me from hearing those words.
Make it leave me alone.
I wish to whoever will listen
That I could once again be whole.
And I wish I could feel love again,
But I know it has left me.
Once you let go of what you have,
You can never get it back.
You're left weeping in the dark.
No one to save you on a still, silent Sunday.
The next day comes, and nothing changes.
-Mars-
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