Wake up in the morning after a long night,
Get in the shower and go to school,
And it doesn’t feel quite right.
Passing by; getting little work done.
Dying to come home, hoping for some fun.
Home on Weikel street, nothing to look forward too.
Only the person who I die to see everyday,
And always puts me in a better mood.
Until it’s time to go home slugging my feet along the way,
I cannot wait for the very next day.
I walk in the door; children out of control,
I step up to get them ready for bed,
Only leaving madd; upon my face is red.
Thinking many thoughts getting lost in my head.
About how little i do,
I understand it’s not your fault;
But in the end I keep complaining how it all comes back to you.
