The Underworld- wait,
Sorry, sometimes my brain is a little late
My room is the epitome of Hades
Ya know The Underworld?
Because I am the epitome of Hades
but Hades, himself
I think he might like me
Or maybe not
No one appreciates my existence
They don't appreciate my presence
But wait, can't my boy Hades relate?
He sits cooped down there
While I sit all day in my room
I mean don't we, too, enjoy the fresh air?
This led us to our doom
Because guess what?
We don't care anymore.
Say what you want but
Nothing matters, ice fills our core
Everything is such a drag
We need people but no one wants us, that's about it
Maybe we can hang out soon, I won't nag
Just give me a pomegranate