Mondays only bring more brokenhearts.

You wake up, and you start thinking about the day, how will it go? Who will you crush? When I see you walk around in your pride and glory, I think, how much pity I should give you. But I won't. You're just another piece of entermainment, just like your friends, and their friends, you watch stand alone, I'll stay there by myself, it's alright, but tell me how does it feel when you're by yourself?