Sitting here in grief all alone
Hoping I never have to go home
Staying in my simplistic misery
Is a recurring history
I should want to go play
But instead I lay in bed all day
Procrastinating on my work
Thinking I might just go berserk
Chaining myself down to my inner mind
Not knowing what it is I want to find
Setting my priorities straight seems to be futile
As the race to grasp my attention span feels brutal
So again, here I sit
Wanting to be a part of 'it'
This thing that's bigger than I
But I may just lay down and die
I guess that's life
