There's no point living anymore,
I shut myself in the door.
Now I can't get up to walk outside,
I can't get up to shut the blinds.
There's milk in the fridge I cannot drink
There are cats in the den that cannot think
About not living anymore,
And I've told them all about it.
It's gone now and everyone forgot about it,
You could ask even me what it was,
And I too won't remember anymore.
I'm sorry I'm such a bore.
Who wants to think about feelings,
Feelings long since forgotten?
Who wants to go to those places,
They are all so downtrodden.