It's a boring day,
I've got nothing to do,
I'm listening to a cool song
'bout takin' retards to the zoo.

On the outside I am tranquil,
some say comatose,
But inside my head
on a lonely spit I roast.

To me failure is death,
and rejection is worse,
And within recent memory,
on both subjects i've been versed.

I speak about dying,
and live for its view,
And one day it will come,
And with peace in it too.

Once dead I'll not fail,
nor want what I can't have,
Even though what I want
is so simple, it should be
within reach, but I've no
nerve to reach for it,
For missing brings grief.

Why can't I get what I need,
Why can't I get what I want,
I afraid I may find the answers,
One day.