It always rains on the unloved, or so they always said
The little black cloud that follows the kindhearted
And Monday is just the start of their pain for the week
The rain keeps them still and gives them time to think
The week seems a month long....O' that damn Monday!
What madness befalls the weak and oppressed, is moot
Does it really matter? Will it ever matter?!
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down....