My life revolves around numbers
That never bend even if I make a blunder.
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine
Hours tick away the time
Eight, seven, six, five
For each and every point I strive.
Four, three, two, one
Time until the exam is done.
Minutes have ceased to matter
As I live for the next year, month, day, or hour.
No longer is it about living for today.
We're all living for numbers either way.