Life is a giant bore

I used to think there was something in store

For me

But now my eyes are closed

And I can see

Life is standing like a tree

From the roots you grow

Up into a trunk

Branch out in different directions

But never moving

Until one day

You leave

And fall

Wither and Die

Theres no point to try

Theres no point to cry

Tears dry

Tounges lie

Friends fly away

Like a bird I want to soar

But life

Is such a bore

Ive been eaten to my core

Im the bad apple

The slipperiness that cant be grappled

Like a quarterback ive been tackled

Like a prisoner Ive been shackled

Life is such a hassle

Work your job

Look out for the mob

And what about Bob?

He’s such a slob

With his hair

With his life

With his fork

And his knife

Fuck my strife

Thats what the british say

Yet they futiley fight

To live another day

With skies raining

Sheets of Gray

Onto the leaves of a fallen tree

Into the dirty water called tea

Maybe I should sail the sea

Join the Navy

Be all that I can be

I’ve got nothing to lose

Except my soul

And that is already too old

Too cold

Too impossible to hold

I feel bought and sold

I wish I had a virus

That kills

Instead ive got

Anti-depressent pills

Little pink happies

That make your brain feel not so crappy

Not so numb

Life is working for a crumb

Everybodys trying to get some

But it never goes all the way around

I’m sick of this town

And my frown

Sick of sleeping

Upside down

Sick of wearing my nothing crown

I need a ghastly gown

With a frozen face

Hanging in midair

But ill probably end up

In the devils lair

Wicked fire

There is no gleeming spire

For me

No castle I can see

All I see is a tree

With a shape hanging

In the shape

Of me