waking up is a chore
my day is all mapped out
life's becoming a bore
not much to be happy about
suffering is my job
the only thing i can do really
well
getting less scared of dying
i'm already living in my own
hell
it's getting harder to breathe
i can feel my ulcer growing
another five gray hairs
i can't keep my frustration from
showing
no need to cry anymore
it got too tiresome to do
so i sit and i sulk
it's not like my life's going to
improve
the cycle will never end
until my eyes can open no more
sleep is a short reprieve
from what life has in store
waking up is a chore...
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