I've been grounded
I'm surrounded
By the walls of my room
My time won't be up very soon

I'm throwing pencils at the ceiling
It's just what I'm feeling
I lay in my bed
Dreams fill my head

I wake up
I need to break up
With my boring life
Stabbing my happy heart with a knife

I try to write some rap
I write about a trap
Someone trapped in there mind
I make sure it was well rhymed

Stacks of paper I hold
This is getting old
So I crumble a couple sheets
Play a few good beats

It's time for lunch
But before I start to munch
I stock my pockets with food
I just wasn't in the mood

Write some music
Play some tunes
I feel lonely
Sitting by my lonesome

The day is almost over
My boredom will be sober
When the morning greets me
I'll finally be free