I woke up this morning, the sky was not blue,
My eyes were not dancing, my head felt like glue,
My bones felt like lead, I was so not renewed,
But a day is a day, what was I to do?
I woke up this morning, my mind overrun,
With the worries of dreaming a yellower sun,
My blood non-existent, my arms weigh a ton,
But a day is a day, oh what have I done?
I woke up this morning, rather it woke up me,
Into a numbingly boring, teenage tragedy
No problems, oh privilege everywhere I can see,
I have so much potential of what I can be!
I woke up this morning, with what felt like a snap,
Into a new dawn, a new day, what use is this nap,
When I’m no more rested then a tree drained of sap,
My head’s hollow wood, hello? Tap tap
I woke up this morning, or did I? Don’t know.
Maybe I’m still dreaming, it’d be nice to forego
A day, one day, just rest it away,
And come back afresh, in a happier way,
Come back afresh with something nicer