Angry we have to get out of our beds
Even angrier that we, the high school kids, have to wake up when it's still dark
Getting ready to see "them", that we dislike
This day, is Monday
Tuesday, still dark outside
Still tired of having to get get out of bed
Still angry that yesterday was Monday, the day we all hate that always coming
Still seeing "them", keep talking to us, why?
Tuesday, when is Friday?
Wednesday, it seems brighter out
Getting use to the fact that I have to get out of bed
Use to it because I know that in two days its finally going to be Friday again
In two days, no more seeing "them", that we dislike
This day, Wednesday, isn't so bad
Thursday, I don't even look outside
It doesn't matter to me because I know what come next
I know that tomorrow is the day I've been waiting for, Friday is the day I've been waiting for
"They" don't even matter to me at this point
Thank you, Thursday, thank you
Friday, I can't even speak
I'm too happy that today is Friday, finally Friday
So happy that I can stay in bed while its still dark outside, stay in my bed for as long as I want
No more "them", who don't like us either
Friday, weekend, sleep
Monday, it's here again
Not too happy that I have to get up, again
Not too happy that I'm up while its dark outside, again, why am up? I was just in bed
Oh no, i forgot about "them", again I have to see them
To remind me that i feel the same about you every week, is that what you want? then that's what you'll get
"A Day in the Life" Poem
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