Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong
I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad
The words I write they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines
I scrunch the scrap a waste of time, a waste of thoughts in my head
the sets of songs that I forgot were all about my writers block
and all that's left to express is i've not got much to express
Self obsessed and hypercritical
Self abasing when over an*lytical
Self-righteous but apolitical
I express myself and little else
I waste the day, I waste the evening, combing through words try to find meaning
It's just self-involved struggles with feelings, where do I go from that?
Each line written is lazy and boisterous, hard not to see my endeavours as pointless
Approach a project frustrated and joyless, get surprised when it's bad
but there is a truth that I've been evading, I mostly make things so you think I'm creative
I'm so shallow you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity
Self obsessed and hypercritical
Self abasing when over an*lytical
Self-righteous but apolitical
I express myself and little else