25 September 2012
Warning: some strong language.
This morning I had to, Have a little cry. I felt that bad, I'm not going to lie. It's just one of those days: Lifeless and boring, I feel like shit, Even worse it's pouring. My tears match the rain, They will never stop, Inside and out, Soon I will need a mop. My tiredness is this, It causes my tears, They run down my Cheek, showing all my fears, Sleep is apparently, A vital to me. "Stay awake as I sit in history." That's what I have to say, To stop my eyes drooping, It's the only way, A chance of recouping. Four and a half hours, Left in this damn place, So much time left, Tears cover my face. Just get me out of here And off to my bed, Oh fucking hell, I'm going out my head!
Get Me Out! • Opuss № I