Theres only so much one can say  and theres only so much i can do  repetition is repeating itself once again  i'm questioning if i even give a shit  pull out the pen, put it on paper  but my voice is wearing and it's weak  a petty breath selling petty words  straight from the heart, but what is it worth?  get on the floor and show me what its worth  i'll never turn my back on this scene  but inspiration it runs dry  so never let the music die