I feel so stupid right now
Siting in the same position
Trying to think about
Any special thing to say
But no words seems good enough
Either way
And it is raining outside, oh
I wish I could turn
Everything in poetry
But out of context, it makes no sense
And I don’t have anything to say in my defense
So I’ll be honest
I’m not good at writing songs
They said it’s easy if you rhyme
But all my brain can think about it’s time or crime
Which it doesn’t sound so right
There’s a lot happening inside my mind
And still I feel
Trapped on a ferris wheel
And it is raining outside, oh
I wish I could turn
Everything in poetry
But out of context, it makes no sense
And I don’t have anything to say in my defense
So I’ll be honest
I’m not good at writing songs
I look up to the stars shining bright
And a wish
I could say something nice
But unfortunately
I’m not good a writing songs
But out of context, it makes no sense
And I don’t have anything to say in my defense
So I’ll be honest
I’m not good at writing songs
