Another day at work and still nothing has changed
My body is so tired and my mind feels the same
I’m tired of working hard just to prove I’m one of the men
Only to come home, eat, sleep and then do it all again.
I always tell myself that my life begins tomorrow
Something good might happen, and happiness might follow.
Tomorrow always comes but my life never begins
Why am I being punished, have I committed some terrible sin?
The days go by and my life is still a stop
I feel like I’m wasting away here, sitting here to rot
24 is my lucky number, lucky number for me
I know it’s going to happen, 24 until im free.
