Inspired by and adapted from the songs of the movie version of Jonathan Larson's broadway musical: Rent
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
From this nightmare?
One hundred and eight thousand minutes.
How do you measure two and half months?
Time wasted...time well wasted?
Mournful...
Scornful...
Playful...
Dull and day to day, hour to hour, and minute to minute!
Everyday is painful, but sometimes hopeful.
Numerous times the hopeful as turned doubtful.
Doubtful sometimes becomes sorrowful.
The gardener has left me in pains.
I must stand up and stop the whines.
The exit isn't as grand as my thoughts.
I limp and walked towards the main doors.
No day but it had to be on that day.
No other time it was and no other way.
No other day, but certainly it was planned before May.
What a way is was to spent my anniversary and birthday.
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
From this nightmare?
