Staring at a blank screen Cursor just blinking at me Funny how the bot got writer’s block Almost like it relies on me Almost like it waits on my thoughts Like it won’t move till I bleed Every line’s another landmine Buried underneath the keys Heart’s buried in a note pad Folders full of dreams in dust Scroll back through the saved drafts Wonder why I even kept that stuff Told the app I’m “doing fine” Hit send Watched the lies go live The storm in my head that day Wouldn't fit in that little white line These songs don’t fall from the sky I bleed ’em out One drop at a time It doesn’t just write itself I had to break I had to break down Just look! Peek past the sound All my traumas just laying around Hidden in the sounds Hidden in the sounds It doesn’t just suddenly write itself I’m the one who (just had to) let it out Every single tune feels heavy lately Every word tastes like regret Tryna turn my pain into poetry But now it’s just stuck in my head! (STOP!) Like it echoes off the ceiling Like it won’t let me forget Yeah The algorithm loves my pain But it never had to wear my name It never laid awake that night With nothing but this shame I’m the one who wrote that pain I’m the one who stayed awake I’m the one still holding pieces Of a heart I couldn’t save I'm the one who went insane I'm the one you couldn't shape I'm the one who carries all that weight of the things you didn't take Take a look around this room Why's it feel just like a tomb? You can even close your eyes And still see through my disguise These songs don’t fall from the sky I bleed ’em out One drop at a time No writer's block, I just need a break these words get stuck inside my brain I let it all out just to hear it again Repeating my hurt, expecting change If I don't stop, I'll go insane But if I do, I'll do the same So... Just look, past the sound All my trauma's just laying around Hidden in the sounds Hidden in the sounds It doesn’t just write itself I’m the one who let it out Is it writer’s block or is it just too real? Maybe I’m just scared of what I’ll feel If I chase the hurt Just to find more bars Will it heal a wound Or just find more scars? I use you, (yes, you) like a confession booth Every tune I make is another little Raw truth If this is all I ever say If this is all I can provide At least I can say I tried And At least I can say it’s mine These songs don’t fall from the sky I bleed ’em out One drop at a time It doesn’t write itself I had to lay it down I had to break down Just look! Past the sounds All my traumas just laying around Hidden in the sounds Hidden in the sounds It doesn’t write itself I’m the one who— just HAD to– Let it out
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