The weekend is coming, I’m feeling relieved!
Its party time, no more being aggrieved
The stress is forgotten
The beers start flowing.
Gonna get drunk rotten
The cracks now start showing.
Goodtimes are had, and damage is done
I couldn’t care less though, I’ve had my fun
I wake with the guilt
And cover up my shame
Last night was full tilt
Barely remembered my name
Sunday is rough, nerves are a high
I’m feeling shambolic, I ask myself why?
Monday’s fast approaching
i am not feeling ready
Like a bird with one wing
Should have taken it steady.
The first day is dreadful, dragged through the day,
And Tuesday is no better, sick of feeling this way.
On Wednesday things change
I feel I can cope
The weekend’s in range
I start to feel hope.
I wake up on Thursday, I’m ready to go
Start planning the weekend, more damage I know.
I’ll change it one day
But for now it is set
And now it’s Friday
A mad one I bet
The cycle continues, for years upon years
Silent damage is done, there have been many tears
When does it stop
What makes us mature?
To get off the pop.
As yet I’m not sure…
But one day things do change, and we realise new things
That beer causes us problems, not just the pocket it stings.
so leave it alone now
And just let it be
Though we’re never shown how.
To set ourselves free.
Onwards and upwards 🙂
