Day 1
I supposed you won
What was I supposed to do
Day 2
I didn’t argue
It would have made things worse
And by day 3
All the pressure is on me
I painted myself
And hid behind my shadow
Day 4
I didn’t bother anymore
Then day 5
I strived
Told myself I’m not letting it be this way
Day 6
I broke your wrists
So you can never hurt me again
Day 7
It was my turn
Gave you a taste of your own medicine
Allowing my week to be over
Day 8
It started all over again
But now it was to you