Improbable
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Did I run out of things to say?
Or did I just run out of ways to say the same thing?
I've got no tale to tell
My mind has nothing left for me to see
Blank as canvas, empty as can be
I will never get just what you want from me
But I guess that's just as well
To quote a friend
It's probably improbable that I'll ever find my place
I'm far too dumb for this world and I've got a matching face
It ain't much but I think I just make it too complicated
Ask me questions when I can't reply
You can learn just why I'm hated
Did I run out of things to do?
Or did I just get tired of trying to tell you
There's nothin' interesting about me
In the end what is there for me to say?
Do I pretend that every inch of nothing's changed?
I can't just lie and say it's the same
To say again
It's likely that I'm unlikely to ever do something worthwhile
I've been too preoccupied with playing up my smile
I'm far too well-off to be feeling like I'm breaking
But I'm still going mad anyway so I guess I'm just complaining
To grave lament
Its normal that it's abnormal
For me to write something good
What worth is there in my pain
It just goes nowhere it should
As much as spite can write a song
It gets old while it's playin'
So, I'll close the chapter in the story book
Cuz I've got nothin' new worth sayin'