To the world ur a leper,the passenger with b.o; nobody wants to be near you, neither do you tho..
You sit back and think, surely there's something u can do; but fuk no, it doesn't work, it's proved through and through..
No change in the couch, no doctors to vouch - for the meds you fu*ked up with; the one's ur now without..
no clothes that are dry, it's too cold to even try, first a sigh, then you cry, then you hope to god you die..
Come on dude relax, take a breath cos you ain't got no chill pill; no though, fu*k it, there's no way to get that glass filled..
So what's the next step? ur doomed, stuck and wrecked; off a cliff maybe? oh wait, there's none near you, you've checked..
So life seems pretty broken and fu*k yeh it is; but no one comes back, whos spirit is weak, you gotta just tell urself 'it's just one of those weeks'..
There's nothing you can do when it's just one of those weeks..
Take it like a hooker, it's just one of those weeks..
Don't think, just do, it's just one of those weeks..
You've been here before, it's just one of those weeks..
Things should get better, it's just one of those weeks..
