Seventeen hours of being awake
Each day it is all the same
Uncertain of this life being a fake
Need cash to finish off this game
Seven hours of numbing slumber
Each night hands on the dimmer
Only slowly switching to a lower number
Until you see the black star shimmer
Twenty four hours of heartbeat
With 120 beats a minute
The very moment our hands meet
Take this chance and win it
P-chan (c) 2009
