My life starts depends on the function of my nerves and my phone alarm
I live between my love to bed and my worship to my Creator
I live behind my dirty white coat that i left on my car
I live my day through autographs and midriaticum
I walk on an alley that takes me to nurses grumbles
I hold my mom’s call and i hate it as well as i hate your absence
I figure how to make my days lately and i found that i’m a bad bad yelper
And so i stand alone for my dignity and ignore your annoying sounds
So somehow i get relieved.
