Agh, I'm late, I'm lateI keep screwing upAnd I'm a slow workerGot turned down by a guyOnce I get home, all I do is drink and sleep.I keep thinking "I need to change"...But in the end, every day... every single dayI'm already tired in the morning just from thinking about it...cryingAt this rate, I'll get old in no time...I bet I'll panic, and look back on myself...
I'm sure I'll be surprised to see that there's nothing left...
Well, not that I care.Hm?
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