All I need is one pen and an empty room, a past,
A rewinded track just to play it back...
Listen to every detail and feel it, you wouldn't get it, it's real shit,
The music, exuses, take every problem for the time being and heal it.
My mentality to express has started to grow less and I'm restless,
I try to be the best, like it's a competition, they all wanna test this.
I'm at the bottom of the scale, they're all at the top and it's my fault,
If I wasn't so Goddamn stupid and useless to choose this and halt.
You wanna get better but you don't do shit, you want to stop but you can't,
I want to stop, but it seems so impossible, there's almost no way that I can.
Blame me, that's all they seem to do, they act like I don't sit and realize,
I despise everything they throw at me, every lie, every rumor, fuckin' why?
Writers block is eating me up inside, I can't sit, I can't think, I can't do anything,
I just want to go away forever and never come back, it's hell and it's everything.
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