It’s that time of the month
when nothing seems to go my way
When my hopes and dreams
seem further away than before
When the light is broken
and darkness surrounds me
It’s that time of the month
when getting up is harder
than falling asleep
When one word
can turn into tears
and one problem
turn to a million
I see no end to this
but know it will be over
before the week ends
I see no solution
but know possibilities
and happiness
awaits in the morning
That time will pass soon
this time will be great
and control will be in my reach
once more
