Boredom

The air is getting so thick, it's almost making me sick, ´cause I'm just sittin' around waiting

for something to go'click, but

nothing's clicking at all except for the clock on the wall and a second feels like eternity. Boy,

I'm having a ball...and it's

moments like this that are really making me miss the times when a word like boredom just

didn't exist, yeah those times

where a lot better but sooner or later I'll be coming back so strong although you wouldn't have

thought I'd get up! Wanna

move, wanna grove, wanna live, wanna prove, I can do anything that I really wanna do...

There's something about boredom that's making me sick!

There's something about life I'm missing a kick!

There's something about boredom that's making me sick!

There's something about life I'm missing in a kick...

Gimme that kick, boy!

I'm staring holes in the ceiling ´cause I'm hating that feeling, I'm bored to the bone and my

head starts reeling...and the

walls around me, they surround me like a giant fist, ready to pound me...over and over and

over again, I've been caught

up in boredom since I don't know when, I just want get out, I wanna scream out and shout: I

never wanna be bored again

´cause it'll make me freak out. I don't care, truth or dare, would someone help me out of

there, so I can do anything,

anytime, anywhere

I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a kick, I'm missing a goddamn a goddamn kick...gimme that

kick boy...yeah, there's

something about boredom that's making me sick