I seem to be going mad
inside I’m really sad
I can't think of anything better
to rhyme about than the days after she left me
all the things I before found entertaining
I find now the entertainment fading
I'm going insane
from all the mundane
the things that once kept me alive
I now find have taken a dive
for the wort and I start to drown
all this stuff is getting me downI think back on all the good times
I get depressed and I've now run out of rhymes