What to Do

I should probably rap now I got way too much time on my hands. Like a clock on my wrist; there's a watch on my wrist (tick tock, tick tock) And I'll just use the alarm to tell me when it's time to go, and see the love of my life; she'll make me happy for sure... She's something else. What's the point lately? I could rap about my daydreams, tell you you're as vibrant as the daisies, say that I view you more beautiful than what they see. Kinda crazy that it feels like I've been faking I've been working on my [? ] and go wild when they'll listen to me speak on the metronome (timed tongue clicking). All the colours of my day been bleached. Not a second goes by where I never don't think that things should be different for me Whoopee, there goes the greenscreen. See here, I'll speak clear; the window to my soul is opaque. The music isn't open in my heart; It's the happy I fake. I feel like those two masked guys you see for a drama on the plaque. Insert laughter (hah) This song would be on the radio if it weren't for the bad words ( FUCK!). There it goes, no one talks to me, prolly 'cause I'm [?]. My discography is a lot of things. I've been feeling Way Too Down on my luck Feel like I don't really care; if I did I'd be scared. Am I really prepared? School wasn't the route now music's all I got, and I now struggle to write songs that make me feel like I'm a pop. Hell, I'd even switch to Country if it made a buck (yeehaw). Wait stop. Are you still here? Listen to me drone about the things that make you steer (skrrt) clear. Guess I could probably sing to keep it entertaining: Well I guess every little thing's got something I should smile about And all my friends try to remind me I'm not by myself It's hopeless. I sit in my room, in the dark, with my eyes closed I can never sleep but I daydream 'bout dreaming I wish that I can fight me so I can fight my demons See ya