I get through my day
By sleeping
And mourning the loss of creativity
That is my way of coping
With nothing at all
Every little gesture is acting
Faking my way into the heart of man
Thank god I have my brakes now
Or else I'd be in trouble
Everyone is taking an interest
In lurking on all that is and ever will
Be mine and only mine
Not for you guys
At all
I can hardly tell you how much I regret
Cheating you all