After hours sitting at my desk, my rooms feels too small
To contain the thoughts rushing around my head and
Too warm too sustain life and my internet
Is down anyways so there's not much point,
And time moves too slowly.

I wander downstairs, my parents are using the lounge,
So I find myself pacing aimlessly my kitchen
I can't eat,too much already-I know
I'm just going to end up back up in my room,
In front of the computer screen, a parasite