
Why do I feel this way?
What am I supposed to say?
Arent I supposed to be thrilled?
But I just stand there, lifeless and still.
It tells me the same damn thing?
What am I supposed to do? Sing?
Well I no longer am happy and glad.
It's all the same. It's kinda sad.
Everything is stuck on repeat.
I walk the same path with both my feet.
The repetative path is too much to take.
I need a little air, for my sanity's sake.
I hate this robot life of mine.
Nothing changes. Still breaking my spine.
This work overload seems small.
Now that I've already done it all.
Time and again. It's all the same.
Nothing changes, not a single thing.
Something new is all I ask.
And then I'll go on with my repetative task.
I'm always watching that closed door.
While I wash the dishes and scrub the floor.
I try my hardest to look away.
But I hope that change will come someday.





