I haven't had a word, in a long time
It's been months since, I wrote a rhyme
Like every single thought, disappears
Like everything I do, is unclear
And I can't help
Feel empty inside
I can't write what's on my mind
And I'm okay with that
I can't do much about it
I hear melodies, in my head
Good songs that come to me, in my bed
They sound so much better, than anything I've done
I'm still writing my shit, looking for some fun
And I can't help
Feel empty inside
I can't write what's on my mind
And I'm okay with that
I can't do much about it
Feel empty inside
I can't write what's on my mind
And I'm okay with that
I can't do much about it
I can't do much about it
I can't do much about it