I go to lunch each morning
All the food tastes the same
I don't if that's the federal cooking or its something in my brain
Regardless I'll shove it down my throat
But I'll puke it up because all it seems to do is float
I'm not depressed and I'm not mad
I just know that living is that bad
Looking at the days left I realize I'll never change
I refuse to see a therapist, feeling no joy can't be all that strange
I wonder what happened to the things that give me joy
All my favorite things I cared about are now just junky toys
I know I could be different if I could at least try
I know I won't be different I'll just let life pass me by
I'm throwing my Shots
Leave me alone in this nightmare, leave me here to rot