And so I sit in life's content,
And drive away all intent,
Harbored feelings rest inside,
Nothing left,
Here I reside,
Smooth the silk of hated paint,
Disguising truth and disgusting rank,  
Follow through and punch the clock,
Whisper when you cannot talk,
Follow me down broken aisles,
Avoid my eyes and broken smiles,
It's hard to stare at my reflection,
Your soulful eyes give no direction,
Lost again to imperfection,
Take me away,
Another round?