I walk up early in the morning
but the sun wasn't shinning
I think I will do my best
but why it's all becoming waste
I tried to go to college
because I must want knowledge
People think I am hopeless
but they don't know I was careless.
The day is about to die
but why birds still want's to fly
When it's come Monday
why we all want's to go back to sunday
it's time to sleep
but why don't I feel tried
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