Another what’s the matter day.
For tonight alone I shall have to be awake all night.
It will be dreadful.
I’m already feeling nearly dead.
My spirit lives day times, at night time it dies.
I’m sobbing, not really.
I don’t want to go.
I have to,
I’m in need of wages,
To pay pages of bills.
I’m too over the hill to work nights.
Oh well, I shall just have to hope.
Inside my heart and mind I’ll cope.