Tonight is the night
Where I plan the changes
To become the person
I dream of being.
I’ll wake up tomorrow,
Leap out of bed,
Make the world my oyster,
And break my chains.
I can’t wait
Until my alarm hits,
And the cobwebs shake free.
But boy—
my bed is real comfy.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
Tonight is the night
Where I plan the changes
To become the person
I dream of being.
I’ll wake up tomorrow,
Leap out of bed,
Make the world my oyster,
And break my chains.
I can’t wait
Until my alarm hits,
And the cobwebs shake free.
But boy—
my bed is real comfy.
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