A Monday in January
And then you get stuck in life's playground supposed to be Merry but it's just an endless go round Next thing you know it's the third Monday in January Post holiday celebrations this is when it gets scary Trying to keep my head up but I feel it loom Intellectually I know what it is yet still I feel doom Swallowing me up I feel consumed Trying to break the cycle trying to break loose Love and support around me I feel it to the hilt Its the shame - embarrassment and the ever powerful guilt Maybe there's a change ahead of me a brand-new tune Music art love that's how I want to be consumed On a Monday in January they say it's the worst Flowers - condolences and a long black hearse I feel like a monkey caged in a zoo All the people knock on the Glass just to see what I will do They think if they provoke me they w...