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Bedsit 
Sit beside your bed 
And wallow there please 
The world doesn't want to see you today 
Even you don't want to see you today 

Oh god why does everything hurt 
And why do I feel so crap 
I hate mornings 
If you love mornings 
In my books 
Sorry there is something wrong with you 

Look at me 
I look like some BTEC IKEA manifestation 
Conjured up by some hack writer no doubt 

The bells clang as my feet scrap across the carpet floor
Pick your feet up
You have to go to work soon 
No dilly dallying  

Wipe the mirror 
Brush my teeth
Comb my hair (well what is left of it anyways) 
Bite on some toast and kiss your nearest and dearest 
And head to work 

Work 
Work 
Work 
Of course it is work 
I have no pleasure in doing this or actually being here 
God I hate my life 
Would someone just please shot me now 
Customer after customer after customer 
Will this line ever stop 

Stock up and go home 
There is nothing here for you now 
Just go home and forget the day you had and watch some good old stories on the box 
And wash your mind away 

Cooking dinner 
Why is it always me 
Oh well better get started 
It is nearly half past three 

Lost track of time 
Lost track of my direction 
I am sitting down and getting older 
And my prospects aren't looking better 

I am just getting fatter and fatter 
And my time on this mortal coil is getting longer and longer 
Stretching out to the ether 

Losing all sense of meaning 
Deflection and rejection
Wash down your sorrows and head to bed 
To do this day all over again

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