seven AM, crawling outta bed
thoughts racing, anxiety
it catapult's me into the day
Wake n bake to clear my head
Shit i just wanna go back to sleep
Have a chat with the angel of death
Sadly she simply refused to reap
so, i put my headphones in
and lose myself in the beat
Smile, when all's been said and done
i think this is winters end
and im ready to feel the sun
maybe try to have a little fun
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