Acta Est Fabula, Plaudite!
I'm more alone on Sundays than I ever thought I'd be
By now they've left, the hall's been swept, there's no one else but me
Come back! I choke! Refuse to let it slip but when I
See! You go! It's almost like a part of me
Is selfish for my lack of waiting
I can't help myself but hating
Every single person who can bear to leave their other part
I fail to find my therapy in any form of art, just—
Complain, complain
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
I'm bottled up by Wednesday night, I'd had it with the week
And not the angsty teenage way that's trendy, sad or meek
She's dead! I said! On thoughts of what I was and now I
Learn! My friends! Are nothing but their titles and
I find myself once more debating
What of me's worth reinstating?
They've all got it great, but me? I never had the chance to reach
Horizons where I thought I'd be and so I let it go and—
Complain, complain
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is—
Complain
I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
Complain
Complain
Complain
Oh, complain
By now they've left, the hall's been swept, there's no one else but me
Come back! I choke! Refuse to let it slip but when I
See! You go! It's almost like a part of me
Is selfish for my lack of waiting
I can't help myself but hating
Every single person who can bear to leave their other part
I fail to find my therapy in any form of art, just—
Complain, complain
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
I'm bottled up by Wednesday night, I'd had it with the week
And not the angsty teenage way that's trendy, sad or meek
She's dead! I said! On thoughts of what I was and now I
Learn! My friends! Are nothing but their titles and
I find myself once more debating
What of me's worth reinstating?
They've all got it great, but me? I never had the chance to reach
Horizons where I thought I'd be and so I let it go and—
Complain, complain
Yet I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is—
Complain
I'm the belle of the ball and chain (Belle of the ball and chain)
I'm brought back to reality
By confidence I feign
Explain, explain
How I'm bound here in my own domain (Bound here in my own domain)
My throne is a computer chair
With none to entertain
Engrain, engrain
Some self esteem into my brain (Self esteem into my brain)
It's all so easy to be fixed
But all I tend to do is complain
Complain
Complain
Complain
Oh, complain
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Writer(s): Cheska Colombo, Jonathon Maisto
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