You were the Friday of the week
The brightest ray of sunshine
The comfort in the sea of stranger
"The Jules of the year"
And just like that
The stone's getting heavier
The expectation's bar keep rising
Knock knock
The reality came
Waking me up
Telling me the feeling is no longer mutual
The coffee turned cold
The chocolate gone sour
The cake left untouched
Came down the rain in dry season
July is still there
Stand firm in the middle of the year
But it ain't Jules
Because there's no Jules
Not anymore
Xoxo,
I was never your Friday
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