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My attempt at a poppy punk lyric. Think Offspring or Ramones for the cadence:

Expand & Contract

I once was young, but now I'm out of ideas.
Can't really see a way out of this.
Once had a future that was built on ideals.
Can't seem to remember just how "good" feels.

I'm just so goddamn bored of me.
Don't know who else I could ever be.
I'm doing well, I do suppose.
But this isolation just grows.
Reaching out is just so sad.
When I contract I should be glad.

So I pull myself back from the larger fold.
It just gets easier as I grow old.
Learning to enjoy my twisted ugly mind.
Still I'd like to it share with my own kind.

I'm just so goddamn bored of me.
Don't know who else I could ever be.
I'm doing well, I do suppose.
But this isolation just grows.
Reaching out is just so sad.
When I contract I should be glad.

So I'll keep expanding in all strange directions.
Trying to investigate my ugly little imperfections.
Until I'm forced to pull myself back in again.
I fear this cycle may never ever, ever, ever end.

I'm just so goddamn bored of me.
Don't know who else I could ever be.
I'm doing fine, I do suppose.
But this isolation just grows.
Reaching out is just so sad.
When I contract I should be glad.