I try to change a little every day
And not waste all my time in faffing round
But so far I just haven't found a way
To keep my feet both planted on the ground.
Obsessions have me frittering away
The hours that soon stretch out into weeks.
I try to keep my wasteful drives at bay;
I know the troughs are broader than the peaks.
A voice from somewhere deep inside me speaks:
'Just press that shiny button one more time'
And so I push it, knowing that I'm weak
Each pointless press a self-abusing crime.
It's time for me to really take control
And dig my way out from my own black hole.
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