I remain bitter at ME

Myself, and I are at battle

and I grow as tumbled as the sea

towards ME

as I feel my innards rattle

I remain bitter at me

Not because I have acted wrong

But because of self-dissapointment

I grow frustrated over song

And I long

For this internal affair to end


It is a frustrating thing
When a singer can't sing

So simple, but almost impossible
so simple, yet such a bitter thing