A Bad Day of Mine
I don't know how could I wake up automatically in the morning
Without any assistance by an alarm set and or by a personal calling
I automatically wake up again in the morning, Huh, I have a new day,
Something has been waiting for me for a long time, I will do it today
The old things are still stacked in my head, but I have to work with new things
How difficult for me to turn my memory machine a bit towards them?
In fact, I am still dreaming something about but I have to be moving
Without a clear direction, an idea, a solution how bad Today in its beginning
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