Men will literally write music over therapy
Then just sit on that music for years
But then finally end up going eventually
Then he sees just a little more clear
Trying the only way I know how
Mope in a notebook, autotune it all out
Waiting for the therapy or meds to kick in
Might as well sit back and hear
All my abject thoughts and fears
Set to some beats I made while I cry and sing
It's a little on the nose, but I'm doing my own thing