Friday Mourning
Friday mourning, I'm dressed in blackDouse the house lights, I'm not coming backFor years, I warned youThrough tears, I told youFriday mourning, there comes a timeBefore that breaks this very smug mug of mine
This dawn raid soon put paid toAll the things I'd whispered to youAt night timeAnd I will never stand naked in front of youOr if I do, it won't be for a long time
Look once to me, look once to meThen look awayLook once to me, then look away
And when they haul me down the hallAnd when they kick me down the stairsI see the faces all lined up before meOf teachers and of parents and bossesWho all share a point of view"You are a loser""You are a loser"
Friday, friday mourningDressed in blackI won't be coming back