Bed Of Fruitless Efforts

Friendship is a gamble Trust is a thief And I don't care to ramble On the five stages of grief Love is quite the ailment And we are all infected Affection beats inside us No matter how it's rejected And why must it be my fault Or someone else we blame For the cracking of the snow-globe bringing consciousness and shame I clench my fist and punch the shadows When it's not worth fighting for But why pick and choose my battles When I can't decide the war I don't wanna grit my teeth, though it's not like it's beneath me I'm not even mad anymore I could seek out my revenge, but what is left to score My eyes are far too weary, you see I made my bed of fruitless efforts, let me rest in apathy I sunk my head in failed endeavors, let me rest in apathy