There's too much time on my hands
And too little to do
So I lock myself away
In my temple of solitude
And I tell myself it's for a purpose
And I tell myself I'll put the work in
But there's nothing better to do than bleed myself dry with these tunes
Even if no one will listen
No one will listen
No one will listen
And I'm fighting for my life
But that won't suffice
I bleed with this paper and pen
But no one seems to turn their heads
And it's all that's kept me fighting
Breathing living being and trying
This has to be all worth it
And I feel that I'm deserving
But that's only cause I'm hurting
How many more have being in my place
To not make it out to where they were hoping
To where they were hoping