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