Tonight, I question the number of hours,
I have put in to everyone.
A little self-doubt on the rocks,
Served with a bowl of the finest emptiness.
Every night that I feel this way,
I have to downsize my expectations,
Of life and people,
And soon the downsizing will make out to be nothing.
So little to hope for,
And nothing to expect when you do hope,
Leads me to be more jaded,
And the more jaded means the more cut-off.
It will be hard to convince me of what is good in the world,
When all I get is indifference,
Indifference and disappointment,
Disappointment and loneliness.
A sob story that can describe me to a tee,
Still so young as so virile,
And nobody chooses to run with me,
To see where I can take them.
Funny, eh?
I have put in to everyone.
A little self-doubt on the rocks,
Served with a bowl of the finest emptiness.
Every night that I feel this way,
I have to downsize my expectations,
Of life and people,
And soon the downsizing will make out to be nothing.
So little to hope for,
And nothing to expect when you do hope,
Leads me to be more jaded,
And the more jaded means the more cut-off.
It will be hard to convince me of what is good in the world,
When all I get is indifference,
Indifference and disappointment,
Disappointment and loneliness.
A sob story that can describe me to a tee,
Still so young as so virile,
And nobody chooses to run with me,
To see where I can take them.
Funny, eh?
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