It’s getting dark, but I can’t see the

Stars in the city

(It’s such a pity!)—

And the haze around the moon

Seems to whisper,

"Coming doom",

Though I’m sitting pretty.

And all my free time seems to disappear –

No place I can be alone…

The lies are so heavy,

The truth is unclear—

I don’t even feel I’m at home!

My friends went to their parties,

And I’m working through this

Bottle of booze—

It’s Saturday night,

And Saturday’s all right,

But I’ve got those

Monday morning Blues!

Seems was my heart,

Got caught up from the start, and I couldn’t

Free it!

(Or guarantee it…)

Now I’m alone

And I sit here on my own –

Well,

So be it!

And all of this time,

You were just

Toying with me,

Trying to make me

Something I’m not,

But I couldn’t be

What you told me to be,

And still be what I want!

So my so called friends have left me—

Tell me what else is news!

It’s a quarter to four,

But no sleep comes to my door;

I’ve got those

Monday Morning Blues!in