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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