My pillow is my best friend,
But I want my alarm clock dead.
Getting up is hell,
And everything else, as well.
The sun is too bright,
My eyes don't want to see light.
My eyes are slowly closing,
But I have to keep them open.
Getting dressed is a pain,
But I have to stay sane.
Always in a rush,
I don't even have time to grab a brush.
If I could still be with my best friend,
I wouldn't want this day to end,
But everything's just so annoying,
And this is why I hate morning.
