Wake up, no food
I'm starting to think this is not my day
A big cloud, the rain
In the slippery ground I sprain my foot
No bus, passing by
Maybe I will be late again
At work, my boss
Starts to shout and put me down
I realize this is not my day
I really want to go away
I started my life in a bad hair day
Midday, lunch time
That smell is not a good sign
My pen sleeps away
How will I finish my job?
Black out, no lights
18 floors by stairs, it seems like the night
My bed, finally
The only thing I wish for is a good dream
