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Today was the day that I finally decided
to sit down and get this thing done.
And the night that I work 'till the sunrise already begun.
And I can't help but wonder if I have been secretly
aiming for this from the start
but tomorrow's the end and I haven't got time for reflection
no matter the fact that I have to outrun.
That I have to outrun.
And I'm sorry for those who believed and depended on me.
I am sorry that I am not everything that I can be.
Everything that I can be.
Day after day lost to pointless distraction
my mornings are filled with intenser inaction.
The deadline looms near
and time slips away, there's no work getting done
and I'm praying for just one more day.
One more day.
Hey, hey.
One *** day.
I can not act like today hasn't happened before.
And I wouldn't be better with time if I had a bit more.
If I had a bit more.
Shaking from caffeine, I look at the time
but my curtains are drawn so I can't tell if I'm
still in morning or evening.
Six could mean anything.
Utterly lost, I am
praying for just one more day.
Telling myself it's the best I can do
and knowing full well that it's simply not true
I can promise myself
this will not happen again.
I am powering through under terrible stress
the words make no sense and the phrasing's a mess
so I promise myself
this will not happen again.
This will not happen again.
The paperwork's signed so I carry on my merry way
ignoring the fact that the fact that I made it on time
doesn't make it okay.