Hello my pointless existence
Good morning long lost meaning
I know what people're dying for
But what for they are living...

I do not seek to end my life
I even may ceace thinking of escaping
Because of all those endless thoughts
My head is oh so aching.

And yet I wonder all the time
Why every morning I
Get on the bus named 505
That takes me where I hate.

I give in quickly to routine,
Without a single fight.
Asumed I do not have a choice
And maybe I was right.

I know that time's not on my side,
But still I sit and wait.
These endless days are meaningless,
These endless days I hate.