I spend my time only wishing that I come up with clever words, strung together to make you feel how I wish I could feel. Apathy grips me hard, I lie awake at night wishing I could feel something more than nothing. But still I settle for mediocrity time and time again, so I don’t have to try and feel...anything new, anything different, anything real, anything...anything at all. This time I hope it’s different. This time I hope I change. ’Cause for once I feel sick. Sick of the same old nothing. And for once I’ll have a reason...a reason to scream. Apathy won’t silence me. Apathy won’t silence me. This is the end of nothing. And after all is said and done at the end of the day I know I’ll have to make the choice to try and feel. So I’ll look past myself and stop waiting for the world to change around me.