You’re deep just like a chasm,
You’ve no enthusiasm,
You’re tired and uninspired,
You’re blasé.
Your day is one of leisure
In which you search for pleasure.
You’re bored when you’re adored,
You're blasé.
While reaching for the moon
And the stars up in the sky,
The simple things in normal life
Are slowly passing by.
You sleep, the sun is shining;
You wake, it’s time for dining.
There’s nothing new for you to do,
You’re blasé.