I’m on sick leave, ’til I feel better,
I came quite close to breaking forever,
The grind of the daily, everyday today,
Can sometimes leave you in some sort of pain they say.

Not much grows in the basement,
But I’ve found, to my amazement,
Even the slightest glimpse of sun,
Can pick me up when I’m down.

Don’t be afraid to say, what’s on your mind,
I promise not to laugh in your face,
No, I’d rather wait ’til you turn around,
So I can kick you in the ass when you pass.

Not much grows in the basement...

Am I sickly? Or cowardly?
Who exactly have you come to see?
I’m asking you privately,
Can you please help me?
So I can walk, right on your head,
Just to get to the next step,
Cuz I’m cowardly to the end,

I have no close friends.
No. People are merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want.
Merely stepping stones for me to get just what I want.
Even the slightest glimpse of sun,
Can pick me up when I’m down.