On my way back home
I wept hard and walked so slow
That I lost my one hope
And don't know where I'll go 
Good days, bad days
On mondays, fridays
Feeling always
My ways, his ways
Good days, bad days
He says, she says
She wants he stays 

While I'm away
Keep your delays
On special sundays
See what he pays
While the day fades
Burning sunrays
On his class-mates
Eating the cakes
That's what he hates 

I've been aware
That these sad things
Will take care
Of you thinking all blue
About a love 
That won't suit