childhood, was i happy then?   i don't remember it all that well.   i would've ended it by now   if it wasn't for the cinema.   and i know it's getting late.   the food is aging in my plate.   feels like i've passed my expiring date.   like a lonely vegetable   waiting in my cubicle.   i'll never amount to anything,   so what have i left to give?   what is there left to say   when at the closing of the day   feels like the world has passed away      dull, blank, and lusterless.   clumsy, unadorned, and colorless.   i never liked me anyhow.   i wasn't made for any time.   still i wanted you to know   yeah, i wanted you to know   moonlight came upon my worthless shadow.