What the fuck is this?

This song is shit

There is no words

There is no rhythm

There is nothing to ...

I can't sing, I can't do it

What should I do?

Being alone is a wonderful thing

All time is mine I can do everything

Lay in the bed, read a book, watch TV

Eat all leftovers and drink all the tea

No one on Facebook will ever text me

That is because they all love me, I see

They know it well, I don't like interaction

Messages only business distraction

Here I'm talking with me in my head

Me telling me that I am my best friend

Now I'm smiling, and look at the wall

Just for a second It went on a stroll

Now we scream

We keep it clean

Sometimes I read style magazine

This fucking song

You know, this fucking song's fucking trash

I don't know what to do

I don't have to write I don't have to sing

I don't have a voice

It's complicated