I'm tired but I can't sleep hungry but I won't eat lonely but I don't leave my room I'm the worst kind of hypocrite cause I constantly complain about the problems I create it's no wonder my friends are dropping like flies it's an endless cycle my life, the disaster but no self-help book or 90s show is going to drag me out of bed long enough to clear my head so I can sleep, eat and fuck again I'll just waste away the life that I don't have