I feel that this week will be a bad one,
I pray that I'm wrong, I don't want to deal with it.
I need more time, time to sleep, time to stay awake.
Asking for the impossible. I'm not having a good night.
take your meds, take your meds, take your meds.
I wish dad would stop reminding me of things I know.
"You have to work harder now", believe me, it's etched.
I want to be happy. There's always a fucking problem.
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