Seven days a week I think,
that maybe just perhaps,
I should drink.
Make the time pass faster,
Make the memories
Turn to plaster.
Then break them all,
Down to dust.
Seven days a week I cry,
And maybe just perhaps,
I should die.
Make the my time drop
Make the misery stop.
Seven days a week I tip,
Because I had more than a sip.
Make the memories
Turn to plaster,
Because my life
Is a disaster.
The level at which
This disaster lies,
Is in which
If you looked at a dictionary,
My life would probably be,
A synonym.
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