It's with a C.

I can't do this anymore.
Boredom is a dangerous thing,
I think too much,
over analytical.

I can't do this anymore.
I want to throw my guitar out the fucking window.
I want to rip into my chest and throw my heart out at you.
Would you be happy then?
I want to scrape out all the hate,
But it just keeps spreading,
Devouring me whole.

I can't do this anymore.
I can't feign my own existence.
I am nothing.
I breathe mechanically.

I can't do this anymore.
I have nothing left to give you.
I have nothing left to give anyone.
I have nothing.
And I just can't.

I have been numb for so long,
And now reality is overwhelming.
You are overwhelming.
Life is overwhelming.
I am done.

I want to go home,
but where would that be?
Where would I go?
What would I do?
I am stranded.

What are my options?
You, whoever you are, don't want to know.

I can't do this anymore.