I don't like this song that I hum all day,

It fills my hours with a dismal sway.

Morning breaks in gloom, and night brings no rest,

Intrusive, tacky notes that fail the test.

In a minor mood, my spirit turns gray,

Like a playful calendar that leads astray.

Nervous as a clock with a ceaseless tick,

This song's dull echo just makes me sick.

Sown by chance, drowned in bitter wine,

It resurfaces soon, as if by design.

Flowing from each bottom, it floods my space,

Drowning every joy, erasing grace.

I hum this tune, yet it deceives with art,

Shifting smiles disguise the same cold heart.

Though its words may change, its core stays the same,

A haunting refrain, a relentless flame.

Once more I sing this cursed refrain,

Bad morning, bad bedtime—a constant pain.

Intrusive and tacky, lacking wisdom’s light,

This song torments my soul both day and night.

Aaa... I cry in the dead of night,

A key that never fits, it’s never right.

It steals my sleep, torments without cease—

When, my song, will you grant me some peace?

(some peace?)

Once more I sing this cursed refrain,

Bad morning, bad bedtime—a constant pain.

Intrusive and tacky, lacking wisdom’s light,

This song torments my soul both day and night.

Aaa... I cry in the dead of night,

A key that never fits, it’s never right.

It steals my sleep, torments without cease—

When, my song, will you grant me some peace?

(some peace?)(peace?)