Sitting here at my desk
Tons of work that need to be done
Yet no energy to start
Wasting time
Looking out the window
Daydreaming
Writing silly things
Searching for some energy
But not finding it
Wondering where it has gone
All of a sudden
It has left my body
And left my soul
The soul gets filled with negative thoughts
All becomes dark
All turns black
And you wonder why
You keep on wondering why
But no answer is to be found
Because the only answer you can come up with
Is one you just can't accept
One you can't possibly admit to yourself
No one admits his weaknesses
No one wants to admit them
So you overrule that idea
And continue to search for another explanation
But you won't find it
Cuz it isn't there


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