A vague sense of wrong
I should be lying, hide what I've done
Nothing, simply, nothing
Nothing at all
The minutes, the hours wasted
For such little gain
I robbed myself from a better self
Any dreams of grandeur; gone
I closed my eyes on the obvious loss
Of control I've sadly reached
Every waking moment compulsively filled
With others' irrelevance
The few thoughts remaining will never sprout
Will never become peculiar
Dazed, numbed by my lack of movement
Any willingness now gone
Life, pa**ing me by
The conversations I missed
The people I didn't care to meet
Long gone
I should not wish for better anymore
I will never be happier than before