Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click.
Always the same, always the same.
I believe I may be going insane.
Always the same in this room.
Except when I get my food.
Maybe I’ll get a call today.
Or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter either way.
So fun to hit the padded walls.
I run and play like it’s nothing at all.
Nothing but the nothingness of the nothing inside.
No worries to worry about on thi...