I got a job that I hate...

...and a college that I don't know what to do.

Gotta get my soul back.

I'm fed up of people walking all over me. I had enought of people abusing my generosity.

I'm fed up of people depending on me. Wishing on me. Needing me.

I gotta stop making scuses. Gotta take some responsabilities.

I'm so sick of me. Being me. Living me.
I ask God who am I supposed to be.

Morning, sunrise.
Open my eyes.

And I can tell it's gonna be a good day.

Didi you sleep well?
Did you dreamed at all?
Can you tell me the time on the alarm clock?

And I can tell it's gonna be a good day.
Only tell, but not feel.