Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad The words I write they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines I scrunch the scrap a waste of time, a waste of thoughts in my head the sets of songs that I forgot where all about my writers block and all that's left to express is i've not got much to express
Self obsessed and hypercritical Self abasing when over analytical Self-righteous but apolitical I express myself and little else
I waste the day, I waste the evening, combing through words try to find meaning It's just self-involved struggles with feelings, where do I go from that? Each line written is lazy and boisterous, hard not to see my endeavours as pointless Approach a project frustrated and joyless, get surprised when it's bad but there is a truth that I've been evading, I mostly make things so you think I'm creative I'm so shallow you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity
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