I hate writing shit, it is so stupid Whatīs my problem today? Maybe Iīm depressed, Maybe Iīm not listening to what comes out my pen Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid Why do I feel this way? It is in my eye Iīm in way too far Canīt it wonīt go away Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
I hate writing shit Ainīt looking foward to it Whatīs fucked up, today? Writing all this time Feeling all thatīs mine Come right out my pen Pain. . .Pain. . .Pain. . .
Before long my song is dying!
Tell me now, I want to know Is it me inside you see? Ahh, it isnīt fair I got a little son inside me. . .free. . .
Set me free It just sets me free It just sets me free
Before long my song is dying!
That;s why I died, this lie, I try!!!
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