Why can’t you finish what you’ve started?
Why can’t you try and understand?
It doesn’t make a bit of difference if you start what you can’t finish.
Every story needs an ending, after all.
I think I’ve known it for a long time.
Sufficed to say, it’s been awhile.
You’re too afraid to face the outcome.
Quite likely you’re a failure.
It’s a shitty thing to say,
But, hey man, the clock is ticking.
I thought of all the things I have to say,
Cramped up, I couldn’t write a word all day.
Just waited for my world to fall apart.
That’s why I’ll never finish anything I start.
What fills the magic in the meantime?
I know it’s hard without advice.
You need to find a new solution,
An adaptation; a retribution.
And if you truly do believe in something,
Somehow it all works out.
I thought of all the things I have to say,
Cramped up, I couldn’t write a word all day.
Just waited for my world to fall apart.
That’s why I’ll never finish anything I start.
I’m completely bored,
With every single word.
Nothing ever works,
In this juvenile search.
It seems to matter quite revealing to me,
That I need a new approach.
I thought of all the things I’d like to say,
Cramped up, I couldn’t write a word all day.
I just waited for my world to fall apart.
That’s why I’ll never finish anything I…
…I’m so sick of all the things I try to say.
Cramped up, and couldn’t write a word all day.
I just waited for my world to fall apart.
It’s why I’ll never finish anything I…
