Bad Hair Day

Holly Tree

Wake up, no food

I'm starting to think this is not my day

A big cloud, the rain

In the slippery ground i sprain my foot

No bus, passing by

Maybe i will be late again

At work, my boss

Starts to shout and put me down


I realize this is not my day

I really want to go away

I started my life in a bad hair day


Midday, lunch time

That smell is not a good sign

My pen sleeps away

How will i finish my job?

Black out, no lights

18 floors by stairs, it seems like the night

My bed, finally

The only thing i wish for is a good dream