Thursdays (interlude)

[Verse]
Thursdays are the worst days
A rhyme cliche but it replicates the pain of this dirt maze
I've been crawling since eleven, pray my idol went to heaven
Since he left us on our knees pray strength for his children and my brethren
It feels incorrect, like the world fell off rotation
I distract myself with fluff to ignore the negative sensation
His talent was unique, he was truly one of a kind
His exit was too swift, in my tears I've been left blind
My life was changed by him, his never ending talent
In a world that felt so off, his voice had brought me balance
But now the scales are tipped, and I can't stop all this falling
I burst out into tears hearing One More Light or Crawling
Or Leave Out All The Rest, that one has got me broken
His time had come too soon, he had words now left unspoken
So in this carnival of life, where Satan plays the jester
My ringleader is gone, from my heart I miss you Chester
I hate Thursdays