Well, im not good at most things i find.
I know theres not much sense in my mind.
I know i bother you all the time.
I just need a place to call mine.
Ill drive my fists into concrete
in hopes i can feel at home
i wish these thoughts made sense in anyones head
other than my own
other than my own
i have proven to be more of a problem
than a solution in every aspect of my life
to be less of an artist and more of a poet
trapped in a dumb persons mind
if i was to write down a list of things
ive achieved over the past few years
id be left with a piece of paper that read you
im nothing new, im nothing new
ill spend the next year in my room.
Figure out why im not good enough for you.
im nothing new, im nothing new
ill spend the next year in my room.
Figure out why im not good enough for you.