Planted in my seat, I stare at the ever changing light
Even though I am fading away, it seems alright
Hard to explain, even harder to see
The life that surrounds was slowly sucking the soul out of me
I have a zillion subjects to choose from, about nothing
My eyes go numb as my other life is loading
Hours fly by, I die once or twice
I suppose that boredom has to suffice
I call it amusement, others call it wrong
It is fine when I am alone for this long
For now, I am my own best friend
Maybe this will never end
All that comes from this is a neck that is sore
But I think I will change the channel once more
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