Clock
Bearer of bad news
Ender of dreams
It all started when my eyes got droopy
I drifted, I fell, and slumber was mine
Before I knew it, it was time
Time to awake, for the day to begin
But all I want is to sleep in
However you had a different idea
To awake me with your annoying habits
Your screaming, your wining, your bossing around
I just want to unplug you, or at least turn you down
Either you die, or you stop
because I can't handler you anymore,
Alarm Clock
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