Oh, the weary world,
I cannot bare it much more.
The days I woke up early, just to find you weren't at school
Those cold, October days made me feel like such a fool.
Everyday I'd wake up,
And you were never there.
And it left me wondering what happened
To the girl with the brown hair.
Because every other Tuesday,
I'd see your face and smile,
And then you'd go away
And I'd be sad for a while.
Sometimes you'd come back,
Other times you wouldn't,
So I tried to picture your life, hard,
But in the end, I couldn't.
Sometimes I'd hear your words and thoughts,
But that was before.
And sometimes in my head, I caught
Your words-to that I swore.
"Oh, the weary world,
I cannot vare it much more. "
