I hate writing shit, it is so stupid Whats my problem to day? Maybe Imdepressed, Maybe Imhelpless 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 Imin way to o far can not it wont go away Pain...Pain...Pain
Before long my song is dying
I hate writing shit Aint looking forward to it Whats fucked up, to day? Writing all this time Feeling all thats 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 isnt 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
Thats why I died, this lie, I try
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