Lived so long so long been afraid
Thought I died of boredom
But I couldn’t find my
grave
Spent a lot of time hating everything in sight
Can no longer face the day
Can no longer fight the
night
Gave a lot of advice, made comments some insightful
I showed up, well most of the time I just said I would
What will they think of me, I know it can’t be good
If they won’t accept me
Myself I never could
If they won’t accept me
Myself I never could
