ode to my room

And I've complained for so long even the ceiling doesn't stare back anymore

I've been rotting away, when my body decays there'll be an indent in my shape

On the mattress that I've had since I was five or six years old

And I'll lay there till they take me to the morgue

I just sit here doing nothing all day

I couldn't be bothered to care but that's so lame of me to say

And I don't even have nightmares anymore

I just wait until my eyes are forced to close

The decorations can't hide the misery in these walls

As the tape starts to peel and the scars fade