Hallow like a vase, I'm pouring all this water onto the floor
All the flowers put in me are rotted they're no more
Since when have I been so self-centered?
Since when were you such a bore?
All the little delightful things lately feel like such a ******* chore
Throw myself down and break this body to pieces
Anything at all if this tedium ceases
Anything, anything, anything at all
Anything at all if I could somehow cease this..
..this overwhelming feeling of frustration.

Chased winds blow forever, do they ever get tired?
Does the watchful sun remember a toiler ever satisfied?
Is he satisfied with his lot in life? Am I? Am I?
I can't recall the last time I cried
I told you I loved you I lied I lied I lied
I'd break your heart into shards if this tedium ceased
Pierce my flesh with those shards if it meant I'm released
from this fragile desolation, my lack of love for you
Would someone please tell me where my heart ran off to?