Where's my coffee?

I have let society take my hand & drag me around
& while it was pulling my arms forcefully..
I tripped a couple of times
I scraped my face & my knees
& It hurts to get back up
The bags under my eyes are so noticeable
& make up can’t help me look socially acceptable
I never really did like coffee, but all this exhaustion makes
me want a lot of caffeine
Gotta get up; off this bed
Make my way to school for about eight hours everyday
So tired, I want to lay down for a while
but right after school I gotta make my way to a hell called work
Clock out, go home, eat dinner, take a shower
& go to bed around 1:30 in the morning
again aaaaaaaand again day after day everyday
Isn't life suppose to be somewhat fun cuz dang
I can’t seem to find the fun in this