Do Not Make This Song

Staring at the ceiling from bed. A million to-do's racing through my head. Listening to the alarm. Tried getting up, but motivation is gone. Living life on a loop. Everyday feels the same. Try to break free from this groove. But unsure of where to aim. My heart is closed for renovation, My mind is taking a vacation, They say self-improvement's masturbation, Maybe it’s time to change the station. Coffee in my cup is cold. My reflections look so old. Standing in this empty room, That feels more like a tomb. Floating in the quiet, sinking in the deep, Letting go of something, I'm to ashamed to keep. My heart is closed for renovation, My mind is taking a vacation, These scars are all for decoration, These lyrics reek of desperation. Scrolling through my stupid phone, searching for a sign, another a mindless distraction, with no piece of mind. Feeling lost in all the static, Wishing I could hide, From the constant noise and chaos, that’s coming from inside My heart is closed for renovation, My mind is taking a vacation, They say self-improvement's masturbation, Maybe it’s time to change the station. Living life on a loop. Everyday feels the same. Try to break free from this groove. Unsure of where to aim. My heart is closed for renovation, My mind is taking a vacation, These scars are all for decoration, These lyrics reek of desperation, Shut up, shut up, shut up! You stupid fucking asshole! Your privileged life is perfect! compared to almost everyone! you whiney little douchebag! there's nothing to complain about! erase these fucking lyrics! and do not make this song! Erase these fucking lyrics... and do not make this song.