I’m alone with my sorrow,
I want some apathy that I can borrow,
So I won’t think about what’s wrong,
So I’ll just forget about this song,
When I’m finished with it, when I’m done,
But I seem to be never done,
Done with these feelings of unhappiness,
Shrouded in shadows of silky darkness,
But you say you concerned,
That after awhile that I’ll learn,
How to be happy, how to be sane,
How to be chemically balanced in the brain,
You so act like you care,
Or so you say with an indifferent stare,
But you’re never never there,
So the hell why do you even care?
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