Criticising Life Itself (One Of The First Songs I Ever Wrote, Written About How I Felt When I Was Still At School)

The sun comes up,
Yet another day,
Sometimes I feel,
Like just slipping away.

Would anyone care,
If I wasn't there?
Would anyone notice,
My empty chair?

A single shadow,
Dust covers the shelf,
The reflection of me,
Criticising life itself.

The bus stops full,
Mud on my shoe,
My mobiles dead,
Don't have a clue.

I get to school,
The bell has rung,
In the empty halls,
Lingers the song I sung.

A single shadow,
Dust covers the shelf.
The reflection of me,
Criticising life itself.

Get through classes,
The lunch queue looms,
My empty stomach fills,
Full of pending doom.

The end of the day,
Layed on my bed,
Thinking of ways,
To lift this dread.

A single shadow,
Dust covers the shelf.
The reflection of me,
Criticising life itself.

I feel like nothing could ever go right,
No way to shoot towards the light,
The endless darkness comes in too close.
Musty smell of old burnt toast.

A single shadow,
Dust covers the shelf,
The reflection of me,
Criticising life itself,
Dust covers the shelf,
The reflection of me,
Criticising life,
Criticising life,
Criticising life itself.