Wasting away
Letting my life pass me by
seeing myself letting go
I can just remember, how I looked like, a few years ago
Everything crammed up in my brain
The hours of the day cannot even put away the strain
Seeing myself getting ugly
Gone is my beauty
In my mind, I think, of "maybe, tomorrow, it will get better"
For me, it gets worse, and worse, and worse...
My weight is dropping
My wrinkles are becoming visible
Laugh lines are deeper
Eyes alternately swell and deepen
Eye bags get darker, deeper, uglier
Letting my life pass me by
Feeling empty, fighting the urge to be a robot
Nothing but a machine, that is all I am
Just take a look at what I have become
I drown, I feel empty, I feel sad and teary
Nothing breaks me more than this burnt out
I break down, I cry, I drop, I suddenly die
Nothing cripples me than this urge to stop and just do nothing
Be a robot, feel nothing
I wish I am a robot capable of feeling nothing
Just so this robot-like lifestyle can be sustained
The human side of me is dying
The human trapped in a world
World, where robots are the norm
The jobs are what the robots are capable of doing
I die... I die... I die...