I woke up on the bed
in my empty apartment
outside it's twenty-one degrees
and I'm wearing woolen socks
odd noises are coming from the fridge
maybe I should fix that
but it's too far away
nothing is happening
and I can't make anything happen
I've chained myself to the livingroom sofa
it's so green and comfy
and I know I should get outside
or finish my books
but I simply can't do it
I am my own distraction
I am my own destruction
I can't make a decision
I can't clear my vision
The number of days I've been here
is no longer known to me
the phone keeps ringing regularly
they want to know what's going on
but I can't make myself answer
I simply can't
the sound has become a part of the silence
I am my own distraction
I am my own destruction
I can't make a decision
I can't clear my vision
I am my own distraction
I am my own destruction
I can't make a decision
I can't clear my vision
I've realised that you're the problem
it's not me at all
you made me stay here
and you glued me to the screen of my computer
why did I go through all this trouble
I guess some things you never learn.

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