I'm always excusing myself

But now it's getting hard to tell

The reason why I even care

Increasingly, I'm unaware



Instead of bettering myself

I'm crawling deeper in my shell

The whole point that I am alive

Seems to escape me at this time



I think too much nothing too much



I've never known how to behave

I've never strayed far from the grave

I need to get up off the ground

To force myself to make a sound