To live a life of crime
How exciting would it be
Wouldn't it be devine
To truly see

This life of boredom
It makes me want to cry
I know this goes against wisdom
But I would rather die

To continue this life
It would make me suffer
More than a knife
Oh how much better

A life of crime would be
The joy of freedom
Having me be me
But alas I'm stuck with boredom