SATURDAY NIGHT
It's the night of Saturday.
I hate this day. It always, always, goes the same way.
Home, tv, see, games insane, book look
There must be a better way.
I wish I had a girlfriend.
It seems like this night will never, never, end.
Every night in bed, all these thoughts in my head.
I wish this rain would end. I wish this pain would end.
I'm going insane.
Freight train in my bed.
I really have a fright. No, it's not a delight.
I'm all alone. I have noone to call on the phone. It's not fun.
What am I going to do? I'm so blue.