Wake up late, bunk an hour
Skip a meal, rush to class
Back for lunch, try to munch,
Drag to class, Back again.
Can't get enough
I copy yesterday's page in my diary
Ordinary lives are but a pain.
Think of plans, nothing works,
Night begins, soon it ends
Wake again for another day,
To live tomorrow the same way
Don't blame me
Life is but a boring template
I've really got nothing to say.
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