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