Better Off Dead

I put a book on the shelf

And sit and ask to myself

Why is it like this everyday?

What can't it be different in any way?

Here I am, again, home alone

Not one person calls my phone

Boy, it hurts like hell

Man, how I want to get well

I really wish I had a friend

Who will listen to me to no end

Who will magically appear from the wall

And not push me when I fall

Who will nod patiently as I complain

About how my life is going down the drain

But I look out the window

And see only sorrow

Because my friend is only in my head

I'm really better off dead

Sigh, if only everyone can see

How perfectly human is me