It's sad. It's truly pathetic.

You know, when your life get so boring,
So monotonous
That you don't do anything
But sink in the stream of self-pity
Like I know I shouldn't.

There's no fun anymore.

It's sad when you only want to go outside
To check the mail,
And when you get a letter
You sit down at your desk,
And even though the pencil is to your left,
The paper is underneath your head
While you're dozing off.

It's pitiful when
You've waited for something
For so long,
But right before it happens
you drift off in a stream of unconsciousness,
And when you wake up
And it's over
All you can do is raise your dialated eyes
And you say blankly,
"I don't care."

The apathy is overwhelming.
There's no love anymore.
It's tiring to do the same old thing
But sad and relieving at the same time when you lose it.

Instead of watching tv,
I sleep in front of it.
I used to love talking on the phone,
Now I just listen.
The occasional now and then nap
Has turned itsself into something permanent.

There's nothing to do anymore.

Never put off what you're doing today
Never save it 'til tomorrow
Cuz you'll find its like
Constantly hitting "snooze"
Until you look at the time
And then its too late.

Most of it is the same anyway.

I'm not excited anymore,
I'm just happy.
I'm not around anymore,
I'm just there.
I'm not doing anymore,
I'm just being.

Nothing can calm the voice
That screams for excitement.
Nothing excites me anymore.
I'm grown apathetic from boredom.