Weekday - Venn

Walking through the hall

Ashamed of what they’ll see

I’ve never felt as small

When we were seventeen

Brown eyes I hear you crying

Why do I feel like dying

Try not to turn away cos'

Things will get better in the sunlight

When you

Start to

Feel like

You could

Try to

Learn to be alright

Ill stay with you

Be your

True blue

Ill be by your side

Through good days and bad nights

Staring at the page

Ashamed of blood red ink

I’ve never felt as caged

When we were seventeen