Stop the world, please

I want to get off

It keeps going and going

And I’ve had enough

I’m sorry for the inconvenience

Of my emancipation

Though, you have to admit

I’ve been so damn patient

But I’ve realized a circle

Is the shape of this track

I assumed there’d be progress

Yet, only find lack

If my only purpose,

Is to live as long as you see fit

Then don’t bother firing me

I’m done. I quit.

I didn’t ask for this job

And I don’t intend to see it through

You’re disappointed by that

But the fault lies in you

Some things are made broken

Impossible to mend

 Not all problems can be solved

And I’m one of them

But you knew that, right?

You’re called my creator

Made in your image, huh?

Are you also a failure?

Are you also a freak?

Are you a mistake?

No, you have it easy

You just create

So, this is where I get off

‘Cause life is a bust

Now, ash turns to ash

And dust turns to dust