Too much nothing

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 too much

The whole point that I am alive seems to escape me at this time

Time I think too much

Nothing too much

I've never known how to behave

I think too much

I've never strayed far from the grave

nothing too much

I need to get up off the ground

Nothing too much

To force myself to make a sound