  Frustrations If you can see I'm tired, Why can't you leave me alone? Instead you disturb my rest every Sunday morning, To drag me to that church of yours. You pull back the curtains, Letting the blinding sunlight into the room, driving me mad. And you're so convinced That it's the right thing you're doing. I twist and turn Halfway between the peace of my dream world And the chaos of reality that awaits. So I start off each week bitched and grumpy, And take it out on the people around me for the next six days. But you're never there to see or appreciate that, And the cycle starts anew the next Sunday. God alone knows how I put up with all this.      
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