Оригинален текст
Staring blankly
at the patched white ceiling
dont know whats going on
if i'm still alive
but i do know one thing
is that i'm boring.
do you think so?
or am i repeating?
Chorus:
and as i sit with things in mind
i cant seem to past the time
all these thoguhts that are in my head
sudeenly become dead
all i seem to do, is waste my time
and i think i'd really like
to actually have a life
but my dreams they wont come true
no matter what i do.
And this feeling,
that i dont feel like a human being
hurts inside
makes me cry.
i always stay locked in my room
boredom is arriving soon.
do you think so
or am i repeating?
Chorus