Shit Life

I was lying for three years in a bed
I was whining and wimping and fidgetting nervously,
Craving the numb, endulging till gone
Nomore, Nevermore, Neverbeen, Nevergone,

The clock isn‘t ticking, it‘s wickedly flicking
It‘s running it‘s stunning how fast it can go
I hate this so much, I can‘t die, I can‘t cry.
What is the purpose? I foolishly ask

I remember it‘s nothing, I get up, I put clothes on
I stare into the mirror for a bit, I shrug it off as I go downstairs,
Everything is normal again