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