The way it was
The way i see it
I don t miss the morning sun
Or those happy birds
Who always seem to singing the same song that sound like
You,v done it again you have arrived home late again
With nothing to show but the feeling of being the joke
Nothing to show but the shame and fear of what’s ahead
Oh why didn’t i go straight to bed
Why didn’t i use my head
Why didn’t i say one more i be off
Why couldn’t i just have a quiet one
Why couldn’t i just behave me self
Why couldn’t i be brave
Why at this hour i couldn’t be waking
Instead am retrieving for other day
To dire the sweats of what if its and chemicals
Heavy breathing an a lonely bed
Aw its doesn’t really matter if i wake up
I have been living this same day
Day in and day out
At this stage of the game death
Would be a perfect break