I guess I'm out of ideas   How can it be I've got nothing to say   I used to think I was good   I used to say this came naturally      But now there's nothing, no words, no wisdom   Not even nothing about the life that I once lived      This is were hours go by   This piece of paper makes me feel sick   I slowly start to confess   I never got it, I'm just a mess      I'm not ironic, I'm not sarcastic   I'm not poetic nor am I good with words   What's left to say      Oh, nothing to say, how cruel   Who do you think you'll fool   You'll never get it right   This is a tragic fight   Can't you see   This is not what you are meant to be      I start adjusting my chair   I'm getting ready to write about love   That was a desperate attempt   My brain is blank and I stare at the wall      I'm not dramatic, I'm not romantic   I've got no talent, nor am I good with rhymes   Come on, give up      Oh, nothing to say, how cruel   Who do you think you'll fool   You'll never get it right   This is a tragic fight   Can't you see   This is not what you are meant to be      [Repeat]