Nothing really came my way
I'm sleepless and tired
The things to do never end
Tasks to be finished
Is too much to be honest
It's draining and too much
We're not machines
We have things to ponder on too
But somehow
We have to revolve our live around this
Because some shit needs to be finished
Little victories could be of help
But there are days
Where the water will be too cold
The noises will be too loud
Your computer just won't start
And what you want is already taken
A little wiin is all I want
Is that too much to ask?
Fate said yes apparently
Fate said yes apparently
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