Episode 9, Season 2
So I was brainstorming. This is what I came up with.
Lyrics:
I sit down in front of a blank page
Inside of me there's a lot of overthinking and rage
My mind's teasing me
I want to shout
But all the emotions
They're not coming out
I grab a piece of blank crumpled paper
So I won't forget what I wrote down later
It's Friday night
I have plenty of time
To write something so what's on my mind
I used to be a kid who craved freedom
Who was so self-conscious that in front of other people
I was shapeshifting
I didn't feel like me
If there were any problems
I took a back seat
Am I like that now
No
Wait am I though
Wait let me think about it once more
Well I believe I'm not like that anymore
But what I'm sure of I have a tendency
To escape from reality
With the help of the music and my wild fantasy
They've helped me many times to save my sanity
It's the best time to get loud
Though sometimes I struggle with self-doubt
I should work on it
And I'm doing that
It just takes a lot of time
For me
At least a year and a half
Or maybe more but there's progress
I've never felt better before if I'm honest
Though there are days when I feel like I'm lost in the sea
And then I lie in my bed and I start to questioning
Am I happy
Do I deserve this life
What's the point of all of this
Am I wasting my time
And so on
And so on
And so on
Alex come on
I could sit with my cheap guitar here for eternity
And try to make up in my mind some clarity
By grabbing a paper to write down some lines
'Bout my life how it's confusing most of the time
I'll stop breathing when I'm 42
I won't have any reason to stay in this view
I'll be a hermit proletariat who doesn't reproduce
I'll be more useful to the forest roots
'Til then I'll fight with another writer's block
I'll avoid looking at the nearest clock
And wait for action while sitting on the floor
'Til then I'll be okay with dying alonemore