I feel so stupid right now Siting in the same position Trying to think about Any special thing to say But no words seems good enough Either way And it is raining outside, oh I wish I could turn Everything in poetry But out of context, it makes no sense And I don’t have anything to say in my defense So I’ll be honest I’m not good at writing songs They said it’s easy if you rhyme But all my brain can think about it’s time or crime Which it doesn’t sound so right There’s a lot happening inside my mind And still I feel Trapped on a ferris wheel And it is raining outside, oh I wish I could turn Everything in poetry But out of context, it makes no sense And I don’t have anything to say in my defense So I’ll be honest I’m not good at writing songs I look up to the stars shining bright And a wish I could say something nice But unfortunately I’m not good a writing songs But out of context, it makes no sense And I don’t have anything to say in my defense So I’ll be honest I’m not good at writing songs