Waking up white Sitting up right Leaving my Crown And putting on a frown
Walking to my door To freshen up my greys Leaving my castle Heading down to the floor
Opening my eyes A spark of blue sunshine A depressive cycle Working again
Drinking some caffeine A brownish bitter dream Tastes like a fantasy To escape my my current horror
The clock ticks and tocks Its time to go home A green light heads towards A redeeming exit
Walking back home Stomach filled And my head is relieved My day goes black as a cycle ends once again.