All of these pages wasted,
Cause I'm sitting on the next, faded,
Writing about how I'm so jaded,
Would it be a crime if I made it?

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I'll get cursed,
By God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.

Take it easy on yourself.

I'm tidying up this time,
Wrapping it up in a complex line,
Failing to see the internal crime,
Cause there wasn't one, it's fine.

I can be bad,
I can be worse,
I'll get cursed,
By God himself,
But I'm not that special,
I'm not that interesting.

Take it easy on yourself.