wake up, no food i'm starting to think this is not my day a big cloud, the rain in the slippery ground i sprain my foot no bus, pa**ing by maybe i will be late again at work, my boss starts to shout and put me down i realize this is not my day i really want to go away i started my life in a bad hair day midday, lunch time that smell is not a good sign my pen sleeps away how will i finish my job? black out, no lights 18 floors by stairs, it seems like the night my bed, finally the only thing i wish for is a good dream