Back in my room again

A smell of cheap perfume

Trapped in myself again

Prepared to meet my doom



Permanent reflection

A need for mental food

Afraid of my actions

Here in this solitude



So predictable

And conventional

Just re-invent yourself

Nothing fictional

It's only natural

So re-invent yourself



Mental infection

The answer lies in you

Far from perfection

There's so much work to do

Broaden my perception

Can't see the wood for the trees

Things lose their attraction

I hate this lazy me



So predictable

And conventional

Just re-invent yourself

Nothing fictional

It's only natural

So re-invent yourself



So predictable…

So conventional