Too Much Nothing

	Too much nothing
	I'm always excusing myself
	But now it's getting hard to tell the reason why I even care
	Increasingly I'm unaware
	Instead of bettering myself I'm crawling deeper in my shell too
	much
	The whole point that I am alive seems to escape me at this time
	Time I think too much
	Nothing too much
	I've never known how to behave

	I think too much
	I've never strayed far from the grave
	nothing too much
	I need to get up off the ground
	Nothing too much
	To force myself to make a sound