Sunday hopeless morning
I hate this place again
Mom has to wake me
She never understands
It's like her to lecture
It's like her to remark
When she never did half of what IV done in my life
Rain clouds make me shiver
I like the morning sun
But school just doesn't fit me
Makes me forget what's wrong
N when I fall
No soft pillows to bake it
I landed on my face
Crying weeping shouting out curses for this hell
I hate this place again
She never understands
She never fell flat on her hands
She thinks that if they're like that
I have to be like every one else
It's like her to lecture
It's like her to remark
Moms a different person
Since she got lost in the dark
Every Sunday morning
I'm late for the bus again
I think I over stayed my welcome
Held off in my hell