Why I Hate Tomorrow & The Days Afterward?

Why should I wake up if my dreams are so perfect?

What is it with life that I have to face it as if I got nothing to think?

Hey, I've been working my patience a lot.

I've been jeopardizing my own dignity just because I want the smiles.

Excuse me. I've been facing so many circumstances, more than you can imagine.

And I'm proud to say that I'm not proud of it.

Even I'm sick of living in this sort of life.

When you have to convince yourself that you love today and the days afterward.

When actually, it's pain you're facing.

It's a fact of life that you got your own business and I got my own.

Mind your own business then, and I'll be fixing my own routine.

I'll forever convince that I started to love my pain.

Convincing is my full-time job.

Ouh yeah, why I hate tomorrow and the days afterward?

It's because I'm optimist in imagining tomorrow.

Seems like tomorrow never give me any chances.

p/s : Don't even bother to know why I post this thing. I don't know either.