Look it’s like this, I don’t have it.
Don’t roll your eyes, you know what I mean.
That thing that makes you get out of bed in the morning.
I just don’t have it.
The stuff that makes you smile on the outside, at least
It’s just not there
I really don’t care.
It’s not how I’m wired.
I always feel tired.
‘Cheer up?’ Is that what you’re going to say?
It is you know. It’s what you’re thinking.
‘Just get a shower, a coffee, you’ll feel better’
You’ll try again; you’ll say it’s sunny outside.
I will feel your patience wearing thin
I will attempt a grin.
Look please for the last time
I’m rotting inside
So forgive me if I lie here and do
After all that’s what I feel like.