Went to bed and it’s time to get up again
I can’t take it anymore 6a.m., traffic jam, two things I can’t stand
Who said work was such a chore? I’m wasting time, pretending I’m fine,
stuck here as the years go by Now it’s my time, I have to decide on
what to do with my life I WANT to break away from my daily routine
I DON’T WANNA BE THE SAME as you I WANT something more to re-
arrange my life Before it’s too late Come in late and my boss is on my
back She asks me if I got her page. Concentrate, appreciate, but I only
slack Because I make minimum wage And now I’ll go, and this I know,
I’m leaving but just not dreaming Now it’s my time to have some pride
and do the things I believe in