Too much nothing
  I'm always excusing myself
  But now it's getting hard to tell the reason why I even care
  Increasingly I'm unaware
  Instead of bettering myself I'm crawling deeper in my shell too much
  The whole point that I am alive seems to escape me at this time
  Time I think too much
  Nothing too much
  I've never known how to behave
  I think too much
  I've never strayed far from the grave
  nothing too much
  I need to get up off the ground
  Nothing too much
  To force myself to make a sound