They say we live our lives in quiet desperation
Well I think I'm someone who just doesn't have the patience
Waking up everyday just to do it again
Waiting and waiting for it to all end
Maybe I should take the easy way out
Run away from life,rout
They say I have potential
And that I should be grateful
But all I see is a pointless life, wasteful
No emotion, just a flatline
Feeling empty all the time
But who knows?
Maybe I'm already dying.