overworking myself
no one notices it at all

I hate the way my back hurts
so much when I lay down I can't rest anymore

my nails are soft
my lips are bleeding

all this money
wish I could buy myself some love

I hate waiting for tomorrow
all I want is what I had yesterday

it's late
I want to cry for a bit
then fall asleep

I want to make a wise choice
a small wish I know will come true