These were the games you'd play

Got you through the day

You saw no other way

With a life out on display

Days were long and days were boring

Days are gone away

Days you used to scheme, ophelia, how you'd get away

When things were getting too performative

You would've had your day, but you fell astray

You got in your own way when you tired of the charades

Such ambition, such conviction, such a crooked line

Such a lofty dream, ophelia.

Do you realize that you're the only thing that's stopping you?

You were anxious, you were angry, it was so absurd

Makes you want to scream, ophelia, that you lost your nerve

But we still do the things we gotta do, right?

A pain you settle into to forgive

Such a bloody boring way to try to try to live

So easy to tune out all the static when you pull the plug, but we're here to dial in

You've got a lot to say, let's put it on a tray

Without the disarray you could move on with your day

You can move on with your day and take your life off of display

What's one small thing you can do to make your world a nicer place?