My days are a sad excuse for a living soul.
I go to school and then come home.
I cook and clean and mop the floors.
I take a test and work some more.
I scroll through Tickld for hours on end.
I'd rather sit around and do nothing.
All I can think about is how to earn money.

Where did my imagination go?
When I could run outside and be a lion.
When I could write a book for no reason.
When I could finish my work because I was proud.

Now I hardly care about grades.
I hardly care about my health.
I see a mess and leave it to rot.
My ideas revolve around money.
I just can't get out of this slump.

When did my life become so dull and plain?
I just want to feel alive, again.