I wake up minutes before the alarm.
And think to get off out of bed in a flash
To prepare things and wear my charm
And go to work and paid with cash.

But my body defies to move such haste
And thinks that I think it's just a waste
Cause I'm tired of this daily routine ---
A loop directing to where I've been.

Then I'm thinking of weird things.
Like jumping from the roof of the tallest building.
I can think I'm a little bit crazy
But I know I'm not cause I'm doing it daily.

Oh! It's already past nine in the morning
And the situation's got boring.
I need to accommodate my daily routine
And do the loop of time again.