Feelings
The tendencies you acquire when you live alone in box that half is made of organized mess
You partake in a level of isolation and you experience yourself more
You lose control and do stupid things
You talk to yourself but you'll fail to listen
You seek company for distraction for you know that it'll make you feel better
Then you retreat to songs
Its the only escape: an audible advice
You comb your hair
You brush your teeth
In the end you'll realize that to give up is human
And that you are not capable of everything you want
You rely on fake hope
And free will
And random amusements
You have no choice but to fool yourself
Turn everything into a clown
So you can make yourself happy
You partake in a level of isolation and you experience yourself more
You lose control and do stupid things
You talk to yourself but you'll fail to listen
You seek company for distraction for you know that it'll make you feel better
Then you retreat to songs
Its the only escape: an audible advice
You comb your hair
You brush your teeth
In the end you'll realize that to give up is human
And that you are not capable of everything you want
You rely on fake hope
And free will
And random amusements
You have no choice but to fool yourself
Turn everything into a clown
So you can make yourself happy