An autonomous program written for all, The margin of error is rather quite small. A day to day basis I go through my week, Without any error it's bound to repeat. The automatic smile when passing a stranger Believe it or not the code is in danger.
A fault in the code that lies in my brain, At first I feel normal but then feel insane. The code is so broken that nothing seems real, How could it be when this is all I feel? Day in day out a feeling of nothingness, Most mark it off as me being a pessimist.
It all meshes together and all feels the same, All I want is to get out of this sick, twisted game. No changes in schedule is really quite boring, But the thought of change is super abhorring. I look at my friends and know I should care, But in the end my mind is just bare.