I always wake up when it’s too late
You’re already on your time sheet
And you’re waiting on a gold plate
Dragging me to get on my feet
I rarely get to have a calm morn
Am I partner or am I your maid
What would happen if I shut the door
And leave you molder in your fatal fate
I always wake up with the same thought
I’m dreading what if you see that I’m late
We always make up with a blind spot
Then I believe that you’re my soulmate
You rarely clean up your own mess
You say that you’re too cool to care
I’m looking forward to those days
I’ll blow this place high up to the air
I always wake up when it’s too late
You rely on me to make you a tea
More than a hate I need a teammate
But you need a slave and a devotee
I rarely get to have a calm morn
Nagging words cut my love like a blade
What would happen if I shut the door
And leave you molder in your fatal fate
And you know that when I’ll be gone
You’ll search and will always compare
While I’ll be too far to call on
Enjoying freedom on my own elsewhere
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