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Some days bad luck will follow,
Or it's just 'cause you're down,
But everything feels like sorrow,
Every stupid little thing,
That stupid car taking long to arrive,
That Excel crashing or freezing,
Those tasks that keep piling up
(Because others just keep coming),
Those too few hours of sleep,
Those too many at work,
Weekend is just too short
And the Universe is a jerk.

Bottom line, is it worth it?
Or what's the point of it all?
You're anyways too tired for fun
And too tired for sleep,
You've met the good ol' migraines,
Your body's feeling weak,
The doctors say you're fine,
Maybe just lose some weight,
Try not to stress too much,
Just take all things as such,
Don't forget to hydrate
And don't stay up too late.
But, boy, is it all bullshit,
You were to impress by wit,
You dreamt of a higher purpose,
Which now feels like an incubus,
You're feeling bloody hollow,
You're feeling like a clown
And some days bad luck will follow,
Or it's just 'cause you're down...