Write they tell me Write and write and write and write But what do I write? I want real conversation I want a certain conversation I want him to just get the **** over here and talk to me Like a real person. Just talk to me. Talk talk talk But I don’t even want to talk **** **** **** I’m so stressed and ******* up about everything I stopped eating regularly And I just sit in my room and do nothing except watch TV and facebook and 9gag. It’s kind of ridiculous I KNOW better than this. I want to sit at a piano for hours. And I want the music to just flow from my fingers I wish that music could be words. I wish that I could communicate myself through a melody Because words are so harsh and cold And music is so warm and inviting. I want I want I want Life simplified.