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 mother$#&@er 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