I open my eyes
i dont want to be here
I eat my breakfast
i dont want to be here
I drown in social media
And If I dont forget
I will brush my teeth
i dont want to be here
The air smells just like last year
The sun shines just like last year
My hands are cold in the evenings
Just like last year
i dont want to be here
Mo(u)rning routine
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