I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored
All I thinking is the quickest way to finish the uninteresting job
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
All I trying is how to steal time and escape from a growing pile of work
I'm lonely, I'm lonely, I'm lonely
All I wandering is what the purpose of living monotonous like this
I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm lost
All I would give to find a tiny spark to ignite my dying soul
I'm fading, I'm fading, I'm fading
All I hearing is the sound of my world cracked shard into shard
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