Fridays..

Friday..is not normal..but it lives with fun..revolution..insane..desperately..abnormal..yet..it means alot..alot..

This is a song where it could describe the Friday i meant..

My inside all turn to ash so slow under the way inside it's collapse,so cold..
a black winter built away from side another darkness of the day that night..
and the clouds above move closer looking so dissatisfied..
but the heartless wind kept blowing blowing i used to be my own protection but not now..
cause my path had lost direction somehow black winter kill away from side..
and the ground lift look colder as they put you down inside..
so now you're gone and i was wrong i never knew what it was mine..
to be alone..