I have black eyes and white hair
The bags that rest underneath are definitely there
The essays they have completed
Caused them to lose their gentle flare
Ah, those long, horrid nights
Where I had to fight
Mr. Sleep from attacking me
Oh, white hairs don't you see
It wasn't my fault
That you appeared
But hey, I don't want you here
So listen up, either you leave or stay
I'm stressed to no extent
I'm lost and feverishly lent
I have black eyes and white hair
