It’s four in the morning and I’m still not asleep,
The aching’s too much, from my neck to my feet.
Resenting all the hours that I lay here in bed,
I could change the world with the time I have spent.

It’s five in the morning and I’m begging for rest,
My head is now full with the worry and the stress.
How can I work when I haven’t even slept?
My eyes are like pin holes, [in fact] my whole appearance unkempt.

It’s six in the morning and I’m starting to cry,
I shouldn’t have googled ‘without sleep, when will I die?‘.
And when I’m out of worries and my heavy eyes close,
I’ll sleep for two minutes and off my f*cking alarm goes!

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