Day to day like clockwork
An hourglass is bleeding time
For she's not getting any back
Her better days are far behind
She dresses up on Fridays
To go and meet the same old friends
And when it comes to Mondays
She's in her working clothes again
And she would live her life on the weekend
To close her eyes in the week
She's going through the motions
Of a life that's incomplete
She always wakes up with the question
Where did it all go wrong
Stuck in her own vicious cycle
Begun when she turned twenty-one
And she would live her life on the weekend
To close her eyes in the week
She's going through the motions
Of a life that's incomplete
When she looks back at her own life
She feels the light drain from her eyes
She's so used to her disguise
And she would live her life on the weekend
To close her eyes in the week
She's going through the motions
Of a life that's incomplete
And she would live her life on the weekend
To close her eyes in the week
She's going through the motions
Of a life that's incomplete
Of a life that's incomplete
Of a life that's incomplete