I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a role The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone But I'm killing it "Andrew, dude why are you so depressed? I know you're happy" But maybe I'm not and I'm actually faking it telling you that me And myself and I have a lot to cry about I'm down and I'm allowed To make the pain go away I'm rapping every day but still there ain't no crowd And I thought that an answer to all of my problems would be a girl yea But it turned out that I wasn't ready I just couldn't give her the world yea And I'm trying to give her the most and I'm trying so hard I just can't assume That I used to be the perfect guy to girls but now the dedication I just always refuse I know it's true, I'm such a shitty guy I'm down in the blues I wanna forgive, for all that do, fuck! I apologize cause I care too much And the loose crutch that I use must be defining my future Cause I'm use to being boosted by the past that I nurture So I'm making the moves to be happy through music but damn it I'm all lost But I guess I can do it I'm making a tombstone to listen to after I'm all gone When the blood's drawn from my body And when I'm done and when they all see That I left a note under my pillow I want you to know that I'm sorry I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a roll The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a roll The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone