tick tock...

It's only four o'clock,

But I still should be home

Cleaning the whole house,

Like I have all the time in the world. 

It's only five o'clock, 

But dinner should be on the table,

One you can pick apart like a vulture,

And punch my pride to pieces. 

It's only six o'clock,

But of course it's too late to run. 

The sun is still high in the sky,

Beaming down on me like a burden. 

It's only seven o'clock,

But it's obviously too late to eat. 

You say it's for the better–

So I don't grow fat,

I didn't know you really cared about that. 

And now it's eight o'clock,

And you want to send me off to bed. 

My homework is not done,

My stomach is still empty,

My self-worth is all smashed, 

And I wonder if I will last.