Sølace - Week lyrics

Fuck the weekend im just weak, end
I hate the truth memories leakin
Im pullin my hair out nothing decent
In wasting time see, id rather be dreamin
Fuck the weekend im just weak, end
I hate the truth memories leakin
Im pullin my hair out nothing decent
In wasting time see, id rather be dreamin
Sitting on the top of the house of cards
Collapsing now a fresh restart
Emerging like a brand new chapter
Of a book im merging together from
Old piеces of paper i used to writе on
And keep on my table i live in a fiction
Where many people know my craft
My vision screaming my lyrics
On the top of their lungs
And my appearance is what i want
No fear, no dark no past just a restart
Each night different pictures
Run the same mind same find
Each day growing tired of being tired
One of a kind where do i go when
I grow old of this will i
See the sun rise and fall
Or limit my view to these walls
When everything else falls down
I know i can come back around here

Fuck the weekend im just weak, end
I hate the truth memories leakin
Im pullin my hair out nothing decent
In wasting time see, id rather be dreamin
Fuck the weekend im just weak, end
I hate the truth memories leakin
Im pullin my hair out nothing decent
In wasting time see, id rather be dreamin
Fuck the weekend im just weak, end