Post Boredom

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?



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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