Tell me something, Tell me something, Tell me something.
I’ve got nothing. I’ve got nothing and they know it. I’ve got nothing and I show it.
I show it in my eyes, my posture, my pose.
The way my skin wrinkles at the top of my nose
When I am stumped.
Nothing to say, nothing to play, oh why did it turn out this way?
There was something here – I know there was.
Why can’t I remember, why can’t I say
The words that made her feel everything because
She loved it.
She loved me – be myself is what I should do,
Stay away from you you you eww.
They want me to be me.
Just say what I see.
“I like to write.”
They ask something else.