Just Another Maniac Songtext
von Bored Nothing

I sit around all day
Counting clouds like cotton wads
I pull my hair out strand by strand
I make excuses that catch in the dripping pan I have not been to school this year
Piled all my books in the fire and watched them disappear
I paint my face with forces bright
Do what I feel and don′t ignore what I want


How can it be
Somehow so essential that I'm here
I don′t see the sense
How can it be
Somehow so essential that I'm here
I don't see the sense
I don′t see the sense