Sleep not in bed
My eyes are sunken
Decent sleep no longer exist.
It really is tough for my system to function.
When this spiking pain persist.
I didn't come here to work the min
But everyday I have to clock in that pin.
College really just became an illusion
A hollow stomach, a hollow dream
Metropolitan city, Oh, what a delusion
I'm just some number in this regime.
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