Gloomy Friday

Circles are, circles be
no matter how I try
I'm never free
give me wings, make me fly

Put me to sleep
take away my eyes
no more can I bear to see
visions of you, eating me

Sorrow is getting sore
now numb is what I wish for
take away my heart
make me feel no more

I beg for my old self
when the sun still shines
and winds still blow
one thing to know though
the soul no longer glows.