The Loneliest Little Maelstrom
boring to death
wow I'm so smart
what does it matter
wow I'm so clever
someone can do it better
wow I can rhyme
what will it get me
wow I can sing in tune
one more slice of empty
and yet, and yet
everybody loves me from afar
no one will ever
get close enough to truly know
just what a f@%#ing bore I am
what does it matter
wow I'm so clever
someone can do it better
wow I can rhyme
what will it get me
wow I can sing in tune
one more slice of empty
and yet, and yet
everybody loves me from afar
no one will ever
get close enough to truly know
just what a f@%#ing bore I am
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boring to death
boring to death