Warmth from this routine
I sit and I stare in silence at that god awful screen
As I yearn for any semblance of warmth from this routine
Hours feel like days waiting to end this lonely ceremony
No one in existence is interested in my personal testimony
At the fact that nothing I do can change that I’m a freak
If my life remains this stagnant, the future sure looks bleak
I would give my left kidney to know what I always do wrong