Thursday night begins so bright,
you leave your cares with the star.
Under dead street lights, you forget the fights, that made you who you are.

People come while people go, but whos to care in this one man show?
Days flow into weeks and years, the crowd round you gets thin.
Does every end really, truely, always begin a begin?

You turn your back on what you had cause something new is here,
this something new isnt meant for you and you lose what you held dear,
I hope my point is clear....

As friday dawns, the star comes back and reminds you of your past,
and in this race I'm not first place, infact I'm probably last.

Thursday nights to friday mourn, we all start out so great,
but through your test, im not the best, or was my start too late?