Current Mood: Sick
You go on now I say
You have a hard day ahead
Get the kids up
Get them their breakfast fed
You've got laundry to start
You've got dishs to do
The dogs chasing the cat
The car alarms going off too
He can't find the remote
He can't silence the sound
You need to do it yourself
You know you're hellbound
Now the lunchs are packed
Now what's the dinner plan
Who has practice or a game
Who has to be their biggest fan
You know you are
You work according to plan
Once home after work
Once your real job begins
Everyone's bathed and in bed
Everyone's tucked in up to their chins
I have it easy you think
I have it the same every day
The alarm sounds at seven
The work starts as I pray
I wipe the sweat from my face
I shrug off the cold chills
I remember the bloodstain
To rub the sleep from my eyes
To rid the clouds as they be
Reminds me of sores on my eyes
Reminds me the reason it's hard to see
I feel I've been hit by a car
Nothing tastes good
Nothing but spicy or sweet
My lips crack
My skin itches so bad
I'm bruised from the scratching
I'm looking really sad
There again sounds the alarm
There it's time again too
Toss back pills in me more
Toss back feelings of blue
My hands are numb
My fingers peck to type
All to avoid the real gripe
Are caused by the medicine
Are to keep me alive not dead
An injection more powerful
An inch in to my skin more
Now say good night to the day
To another day the same way