Nothing

Mumbling fool you did it again,

Waiting for the night to come to its end.

You stomp and you stagger all through the hall,

Loudly declaring you’re ready to brawl.

It’s tired this way of drowning yourself.

Tedious is the way you handle it now.

Nobody minds if you miss a meal,

Nobody cares how you really feel.

Crawl back to your dungeon, just go to sleep.

I’ll just let you lie there, I won’t make a peep.

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