Sometimes I write
to drain out my head
cuz no1 wants to hear it
but at least it gets said
sometimes I wanna scream at the top of lungs
cuz when I speak no1 listens
its like im talking in tounge
and if I don’t let it out
my mind doesn’t run
the problems repeat
the same fucking ones
so sometimes I write
because I can’t stop feeling this way
and no1 can help me
there’s not much to say
And really the truth is
I don’t need no1
no1 who could fix the things I run from
There is no advice
that songs long past sung
so when the problems build up
when I’m way past too much
when ENOUGH is enough
pen and pad, here I come.