Boredom holds me
Its grip squeezes at my life
With nothing to do or see
It cuts at me like a knife
Its grip squeezes at my life
So many things I wish could be said
It cuts at me like a knife
As I lay here bored in bed.
So many things I wish could be said
The thoughts are wondering
As I lay here bored in bed
Possibilities of work are bothering
The thoughts are wondering
Boredom holds me
Possibilities of work are bothering
With nothing to do or see.
