I'm Gonna Do It

It's been a bad day, bad week, a bad year at work.

Don't like the boss man, and he don't like me. I get home

and grab a bottle, slump into a chair. I gulp it

down and drift away. That's when things get weird. The room is

moving, my head is spinning. I might be dreaming,

but I'm not sure. There are cracks in the windows and writing on

the walls. Shadows are creeping and moving through the hall. It's time for

things to change, but only I can do it. gotta get away, I can do