Used With It

Every morning was a hard day for me
I work every chores simultaneously
Cooking sweeping cleaning washing
Some of the duties committed to me

Burden with the chores that I'm used to be
Feeling lazy despite I've do many thee
Can't feel the pleasure of my sweat perspy
Being numbed all the moment I don't mean to me

Don't know where to stop my breathe running out
Feel exhausted and ugly from the mirror I see
On the stain and dirt in my face and body
I guess, do I look pretty?

My head says pause, my brain feels cracking
Did not sleep good night from my assignment wright
I feel I'm horrible that want to spike
So I bang my head on the wall inside

The house was good, looks new and sale
The plate's are safe and the bed is firm
But look me with two eye's
Don't you see that I'm fat

After the chores being done up
Its my time to clean my self on
Take off my clothes , wash my body
oops, darn my hands smell crazy

If one day accidentally passed on the street
And you smell something, something like detergent
Just cover you're nose, no its okay
Cause deep inside I'm dying with it

I learned to live with it
Used to the routine I worked thee
Don't have a chance to disagree
Because I'm tied , tied and tired waiting for my time to shine