If ever life ´s mistreating you
You don´t feel good at all
You need a sister to hold on to
You can give me a call

It might be Monday, it might be Tuesday
8 o´ clock in the evening on a Sunday

You won´t have to explain the whole situation
I ´ll just keep you company
You must be lonely without a friend
Not relying on family

Call me on a Monday, on a Tuesday
In the middle of the night on a Sunday

These men took your soul
Your innerpride
They got you deeply
The cut of a thousand knives

Until you had nothing more to hide
It made the ones that love you wish

They had turned blind

But you don´t have to carry all that guilt
We sisters vulnerable ´bout the way we ´re built

And I might not feel what you feel
Though wounds like yours I know they don´t just heal

By Monday, next Tuesday
But call me and I´ll be around on a Sunday

Some day again you will shine
Keep walking towards the sun
You ´re still young sister