Every day's the same,
And when it's not,
The world feels as though,
It would fall apart;

If the tree isn't lit,
If the dogs don't go out,
I turn for a panic,
and start to run about;

If I don't feel sorry for myself,
I don't know what to do,
I'd sit in the corner,
So utterly confused;

So here's the truth,
About my life and all,
If it isn't dramatic,
I don't know what I'd do,
I'd be the most bored little fool.