DAILY ROUTINE
A new day is born
I off from my bed
Real dream gone
Reality down on me
Doing the same thing again
I off my skin and put on a clean one
Same thing done everyday
Out into the street and off I go
In the working place
Practice same thing again and again
Before I know the day is gone
The day is old
I’m worn out as it grow old
The reflection on my face reflect my pocket
“Old day” I will only remember you if my pocket is good
Old day gone never to be seen
Another to be born.
I off from my bed
Real dream gone
Reality down on me
Doing the same thing again
I off my skin and put on a clean one
Same thing done everyday
Out into the street and off I go
In the working place
Practice same thing again and again
Before I know the day is gone
The day is old
I’m worn out as it grow old
The reflection on my face reflect my pocket
“Old day” I will only remember you if my pocket is good
Old day gone never to be seen
Another to be born.
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