I woke up feeling pretty good today
but then I heard the sounds of yelling
Obaa-San and Til were arguing again
Jam was blasting his loud music—again
Abri was probably downstairs washing
And I?
I had a collar around my neck
and some weird guy beside me.
It's all the same
Every damn morning
As monotonous as it's been,
I haven't felt tired of it until recently.
I'm tired of it—of the noisy friends
Bickering neighbors
Inconsiderate assholes and the peace breakers.
They've all invaded my life and I want to leave.