So, here's another daynThat I let slip awaynAnother day doing nothing at all.nThe phone, it don't ring no morenAnd I'm so fucking borednBut I'm afraid to score, 'cause I knownnIf I do, it'll be the death of menBut I'm more afraid of facing this ennui.nOh, the pain of having it all.nI think I learned to stand so I could fall.nFuck it all.nnThe things that I used tonThey just don't pull me throughnThe way they used to when I gave a damn.nNow, nothing turns me on,nNothing gets me going, nothing except you.nnAll my words are dead and useless thingsnAnd this song I sing, it barely interests me.nOh, the pain of having it all.nI think I learned to stand so I could fall.nnI don't want fame, I don't want thingsnI don't want all the joy that success will bringnAll I want is you.