Mauvaise journée

Those mornings are too painful
Even when the weather outside is gray
And inside too
There are days without, days with, it will be without, I bet you
My poop didn't end well, I'll have to scrub for an hour and a half
And then I'm bored, it doesn't help
And as they say, one's misfortune
Everyone has their own shit, yes, I understand

Hmm, help me
Hmm, I feel so alone
Hmm, leave me, it's my right to be depressed in my chair

Another good shitty day
Like a day in confinement
Like a birthday past the age of thirty-five
Honestly, what's the point?
A bit like me, everyone doesn't care
When I'm no longer here, will they be sad?
Fill my glass to the top because it's half empty
Pessimistic? Not at all

Hmm, help me
Hmm, I feel so alone
Hmm, leave me, it's my right to be depressed in my chair

There's hope for a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better but
But I'm tired of being depressed
And it depresses me to be tired
And what's the point of waking up
I'd rather sleep all day if it's to live this nightmare

But why do I feel more pain than others
While others have no problems
Moreover, isn't all this their fault
To these selfish ones with obscene happiness

Hmm, help me (hmm, help me)
Hmm, I feel so alone (hmm, I feel so alone)
Hmm, leave me, it's my right to be depressed in my chair

There's hope for a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better
But