Sick of work
Sick of play
Sick of Home
Sick of Stay

Don’t know where and what I am
Can’t find the needless time
Wish I knew what was next
How could this life ever be a success

Timid mind, lifeless soul
Rain on my parade you demon hole
Shadows obscure me
Nightmares explore me
Figures surround me
Oh what a damn story

Dollars in hand scarce as always
Cars and clothes never in my airwaysZ
Never count on friends
A family member almost never attends

Bored I am
Bored with life
Bored with myself

Bored, bored, bored


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