I guess I'm out of ideas
 How can it be I've got nothing to say
 I used to think I was good 
I used to say this came naturally
 But now there's nothing, no words, no wisdom
 Not even nothing about the life that I once lived 
This is were hours go by 
This piece of paper makes me feel sick
 I slowly start to confess 
I never got it, I'm just a mess
 I'm not ironic, I'm not sarcastic
 I'm not poetic nor am I good with words What's left to say? 

Oh, nothing to say, how [bad word] 
Who do you think you fool?
 You'll never get it right
 This is a tragic fight
 Can't you see? 
This is not what you are meant to be 

I start adjusting my chair
 I'm getting ready to write about love 
That was a desperate attempt 
My brain is blank and I stare at the wall
 I'm not dramatic, I'm not romantic 
I've got no talent, nor am I good with [bad word] on, give up! 

Oh, nothing to say...