There's nothing to do, there's nothing to see
There's not a direction to go except down
There's nobody here, there's shit on TV
It's more fascinating to be under
Grounded by my own subconscious
I would like more input on this
All of my efforts are futile
Like a car that's stuck in neutral
I'm all by myself, just stranded alone
I feel like I'm destined to just collect flakes
There's fear in the air, or is that cologne?
Or maybe my world is just a mis-
Take me away from this hell hole
Ask me not for whom the bell tolls
I turn back to face the room and
Wonder if I'm less than human
I won't lie, I need my dignity intact
As this repetition starts wearing thin and
I won't try to break out of this mold, in fact
I can see the headlines, "Boredom strikes again"
So much for my short elation
Hoping for reincarnation
Bearing down on my every wish
But that's life when you're a goldfish
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