7 A.m.

Seven a.m. the day breaks
Is it bad, is it bad I've wasted so much time
Seven a.m. the day starts
I'm clocking in, but clocking out in the same moment
Seven a.m. the day grows
And I shrink, I shrink at the thought of me
Seven a.m. the day's bright
But it's never been darker

Is this where I'm 'sposed to be
Is this life or is it me

Ten a.m. the kids run
I lose my mind, I lose my heart at the same time
Twelve p.m. and I rage
It's not a range, and it's not a phase
It's who I am
Three p.m. and I go
To another place, another space, that's more of the same
Six p.m. and I see
A different version of me

Is this where I'm 'sposed to be
Is this life or is it me
Is this where I'm 'sposed to be
Is this life or is it me

Nine p.m. It begins
The horrors speed to me
And again
And again
It beats me until I Sleep

Seven a.m. and I fall
And I break
The same each time I wake
Seven a.m. and I go
I start
Just hope I don't fall apart
Seven a.m. and I rise
I grow
And put on a big show
Seven a.m. and I'm dark
Well, I'm bright but dimming

Is this where I'm 'sposed to be
Is this life or is it me



Credits
Writer(s): Cyr Wilson
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