Rebecca Pepper (08/08/1996)
In The Arms Of Boredom
I am bored, so indescribably, detestably bored
I can no longer find an activity which strikes a chord
I sit then stand, walk forever but go nowhere
So when you find entertainment please do share
Do you think I would sit here in silence if I could flee?
What will it take to make you see that this isn't really me?
Im not some hyper kid that is happy with a book or toy
No not anymore will I play that deceitful little ploy
Should I show you what this dullness can cause?
Because at the moment it seems like livings on pause
There is nothing left to cause this blood to flow
There is nothing that I really wish to do or know
I hold this phase in utter annoyance and contempt
It seems the whole worlds breathing but im held exempt
But me being me would mean that I am unpredictable
Not the average person or just another one of the rabble
So instead of wishing for excitement or something more
Ill continue to be bored until I find something I adore
Because maybe these years will be worth something
When I find a tune that I enjoy and at last be able sing
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