Monday mourning. Tears are falling down like fluid pain. And it?s a long lost Monday morning. The telling words I like to learn. Are dying on your lips. As the morning through my fingers slips. Ooo-oooh a-haaaaaa. I find myself in times like this. Quite amazed ?how eager everything is to go wrong ?around me. Monday mourning. tries to wound me?. Eyes look hurt again. For have I asked and will never ask again. For I have asked I will never ask again