Testo 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