كلمات Sunday Was a Friend of Mine

Nothing's easy, I'll be alright Call it what you want I wouldn't ever waste a second when it's time spent with you But you've been busy, I know your type You do what you want But you know better than be messing up what I share with you If I'm trying Why should I give you up? You're not out of my reach Do you think of what we said sometimes? 'Cause I do Need a few days, I'll get myself right I can't write it off 'Cause I won't ever find it better, you make it feel like home And for the first time lately I've been ignoring My inner feelings, does this mean that I'll be fine on my own? If I'm trying Why should I give you up? You're not out of my reach Do you think of what we said sometimes? 'Cause I do If I'm trying Why should I give you up? You're not out of my reach Do you think of what we said sometimes? 'Cause Sunday was a friend of mine Sunday was a friend of mine Sunday was a friend of mine Sunday was a friend of mine