Too depressed to eat, to sleep, to drink
Too upset to talk to someone, something
It's never too late to start working,
I always convince myself
Maybe one day they'll clean me
From all the dust on the shelf

I've slumbered for the last time
These games are way too old, you devil
Let me live one good day for myself
I'm tired of living for other people

As selfish as a two year old
And functions without a heart
I am not lacking confidence
But I am slowly falling apart

I look at the ones I call friends
And now how much I neglect them
Dogs are better friends, in truth
I'm no more than a beast, a burden

Never live in your head
It's as dangerous as death