Staring blankly
At the patched white ceiling
Dont know whats going on
If I'm still alive
But I do know one thing
Is that I'm boring.
Do you think so?
Or am I repeating?
Chorus:
And as I sit with things in mind
I cant seem to past the time
All these thoguhts that are in my head
Sudeenly become dead
All I seem to do, is waste my time
And I think I'd really like
To actually have a life
But my dreams they wont come true
No matter what I do.
And this feeling,
That I dont feel like a human being
Hurts inside
Makes me cry.
I always stay locked in my room
Boredom is arriving soon.
Do you think so
Or am I repeating?
Chorus
