Today is just like any other day,
And I start to wonder why?
Why I'm I here, what's the point?
Is there a purpose to it all in life?
People are talking, but not to me,
So what's the point of listening?
Why bother? Why?
Now I'm moving,
I don't know where though.
Down the hall into yet anther room,
Were I wait for the endless hour to end.
They take forever,
Those endless hours to pass me by.
Someone's talking again,
I should be listening but I'm not.
I've gotten use to not listening,
To just blocking it all out.
Why bother to pay attention,
What's the point to it all?
Life here is boring,
Life here isn't life at all!