Why do the things I once loved now feel like chores
Why do I try to make everything so profound
Why can't I stop making everything about money
Why do I do this to myself
Even now, I'm working this into a song
Wondering if it could be a hit and bring attention
But what then? Why am I so concerned
Why do I do this to myself
Just keep creating. I know
Don't care if it's good or bad. I know
I keep seeking the same advice I already know
Why do I do this to myself
What's holding me back? What do I really want? I don't know
It makes me want to scream and cry
I can't even journal my own thoughts without worrying that nobody will care
Why do I do this to myself