Music makes me want to die

Though no one loves it more than I

I can't seem to figure out

How to make money?


I'm so sick of being broke

Using shampoo instead of soap

Because I can't afford to buy them both


Music makes me want to die

No matter all the songs I write

The money never seems to come

I'm slowly dying


The years they seem to disappear

I'm playing music no one hears

Should I give this motherfucker up?

I'm sick of trying


I think I'll write just one more song

I think I'll write just one more song

I hope you sing along