I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
What's my problem today?
Maybe I'm depressed,
Maybe I'm not listening to what comes out my pen
Pain... Pain... Pain...

I hate writing shit, it is so stupid
Why do I feel this way?
It is in my eye
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 foward to it
What's fucked up, today?
Writing all this time
Feeling all that's mine
Come right out my pen
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 got a little son inside me... free...

Set me free
It just sets me free
It just sets me free

Before long my song is dying!

That's why I died, this lie, I try!!!