• The afternoon is coming to its knees
    It’s almost over
    Finally
    In what way was today spent?
    In such a way
    My will is bent
    Today was like all other days
    Trying to navigate
    Through a haze
    A hopeless maze
    What to do, oh what to do
    What does it matter, anyways?
    It’ll all restart at morning light
    And I’ll be tired
    By time of night
    Tired of life, tired of me
    Tired of hate, tired of glee
    Tired of all which is in store for me
    Let me rest
    You hear my plea
    Let me rest
    Oh please let me
    My hands are torn
    My words forlorn
    My eyeballs ache
    This is as much
    As I can take
    But there will be more
    Of that much I’m sure
    Tomorrow will come
    And bring with it more