I hate writing shit, it is so stupid, what's my problem today? Maybe I'm depressed, maybe I'm helpless to what comes out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
I hate writing shit, it is so stupid, why do I feel this way? Feelings in my heart I'm in way too far, can't it won't go away
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
I hate writing shit, ain't looking forward to it, what's fucked up, today? Writing all this time, feeling all that's mine, come right out my hand
Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
Tell me now, I want to know, is it me inside you see?
Ahh, it isn't fair
I gotta let this song inside me, free
Set me free , it just set me free, it just set me free
Before long my song is dying
That's why I died, this lie, I try