Why can't you finish what you've started?

Why can't you try and understand?

It doesn't make a bit of difference if you start what you can't finish.

Every story needs an ending, after all.



I think I've known it for a long time.

Sufficed to say, it's been awhile.

You're too afraid to face the outcome.

Quite likely you're a failure.

It's a shitty thing to say,

But, hey man, the clock is ticking.



I thought of all the things I have to say,

Cramped up, I couldn't write a word all day.

Just waited for my world to fall apart.

That's why I'll never finish anything I start.



What fills the magic in the meantime?

I know it's hard without advice.

You need to find a new solution,

An adaptation; a retribution.

And if you truly do believe in something,

Somehow it all works out.



I thought of all the things I have to say,

Cramped up, I couldn't write a word all day.

Just waited for my world to fall apart.

That's why I'll never finish anything I start.



I'm completely bored,

With every single word.

Nothing ever works,

In this juvenile search.

It seems to matter quite revealing to me,

That I need a new approach.



I thought of all the things I'd like to say,

Cramped up, I couldn't write a word all day.

I just waited for my world to fall apart.

That's why I'll never finish anything I...

...I'm so sick of all the things I try to say.

Cramped up, and couldn't write a word all day.

I just waited for my world to fall apart.

It's why I'll never finish anything I...