Weekday Song

You come home
Feel like your dead
The end of the day
You sit down
Take a deep breath
The place is a mess

The food you eat has got no taste
And now the kitchens full of waste
What made you believe it wouldn't be like this

You sleep late
Miss the bus again
A chip in your eye
You realise
There is no change
A new yesterday

The daily stress tears down your soul
And in your chest a big grey hole
What made you believe it wouldn't be like this

And inside you cry as your time runs by
Minutes, hours, days
And a kingdom falls when you forget
To live in every moment of your life