[Chorus]
Writers block got me in a tighter spot,
I can barely think though I'll fight to jot,
My mind is messed, I'm fine depressed,
Stressed til death, my time is wrecked.
[Verse]
It really doesn't work, nah, when I try to think of a line,
I've had a dozen hurts, now I'm just missing my prime,
A lot of hate, so I fall and stay, waiting mauled in place,
My thoughts are foggy and now I can't concentrate,
Wish to be the man to run, come and stun her doubts,
Done for now, the thunder clouds my wonders now,
My smile is the fakest and now every rhyme is wasted,
Backwords, so I'm trying to grime this tiny blade switch,
But I calm it down a bit even if my palm is down with it,
Get it? Astounded wit...If I ever could amount to it,
No show but all tell, I've talked big and I admit it now,
Seeing in the mirror, clearer, why everyone isn't proud,
Everyone trying to break this soldier which makes it colder.
Sun sets while trying to outrun death, now the race is over.
[Chorus]
Writers block got me in a tighter spot,
I can barely think though I'll fight to jot,
My mind is messed, I'm fine depressed,
Stressed til death, my time is wrecked.