Everyday is compeltely the same,
Right down to the hrut, down to the shame,
I put my face on every morning,
Leave the house, still hungry and yawning,
Same thoughts, Im too ugly, too fat,
My stomach sticks out, so I cant wear that,
Schools too ahrd, I never understand,
I always lose interest and draw on my hand,
And all too soon my assignments are due,
For maths, history, art and english too,
More letters home, Mum wont be happy,
She'll take my phone, triple tiem for study,
'You have to get organised' She'll say,
Over and over, and day after day,
I fall asleep late every night,
After skipping dinner for my diet,
Then I wake early the next morning,
And start my day again,
And it will be,
Completely the same.