Bad Advice For An Apathetic Testo

So go aheadAnd tally up every little disappointment on your wrist
While I bask under the summer sun where the air is always crisp
So go ahead
And make sure that your shades are drawn
To protect you from the blazing sun
It eats away at you
While you sulk in your room
Every day is another excuse
To be stuck inside a home
That isn't a home at all
Don't interfere
With what I have planned for the next three beautiful mornings
As I lay
And count every wonderful person that passes me
I won't interfere
With the depression you provide artificially
Just give up
You see unlike you I'm not dying and the glass is filling up slowly
As the clouds put on a puppet show
That portray the differences in our lives