I don't give a f*ck
I can't see the reason to write this song
I give up
The lyrics don't seem to make any sense
Out of touch
What can I say, I'm just worthless at rhyming and stuff
I'm just wasting my time on this shit
But it's never enough
No, no, no, no
I'm changing the rhyme
I keep hearing sounds in my head
It's like this all the time
A symphony of chaos and noise
That plays in my mind
What can I say, I'm just not the talented kind
It's just so therapeutic
Oh, it helps me unwind
Oh, oh, oh
I google what rhymes I use a thesaurus
Just to find words that rhyme in the chorus
And my hooks are as easy as turning a knob
This one's not my best job
I try to pretend
Say that I'm good at this stuff
'cause the hours I spent
On writing just too many songs
That doesn't make sense
What can I say, I'm autistic, I get so intense
I don't really know
How this song will end
No, no, no, no
Shall I end with an outro or end on a fade
End on a weird chord, that everyone hates
Turn on the reverb, the dark abyss
Or maybe I'll end it like this