I guess I'm out of ideasnHow can it be I've got nothing to saynI used to think I was goodnI used to say this came naturallynnBut now there's nothing, no words, no wisdomnNot even nothing about the life that I once livednnThis is were hours go bynThis piece of paper makes me feel sicknI slowly start to confessnI never got it, I'm just a messnnI'm not ironic, I'm not sarcasticnI'm not poetic nor am I good with wordsnWhat's left to saynnOh, nothing to say, how cruelnWho do you think you'll foolnYou'll never get it rightnThis is a tragic fightnCan't you seenThis is not what you are meant to bennI start adjusting my chairnI'm getting ready to write about lovenThat was a desperate attemptnMy brain is blank and I stare at the wallnnI'm not dramatic, I'm not romanticnI've got no talent, nor am I good with rhymesnCome on, give upnnOh, nothing to say, how cruelnWho do you think you'll foolnYou'll never get it rightnThis is a tragic fightnCan't you seenThis is not what you are meant to benn[Repeat]