Self conscious of writing,
Even though I'm almost alone,
Even though I did this in the garden at my other home.
And you'll never, get to know,
What it is inside of me, even though that I should know.
I'm far to scared to look and see,
While you are looking, looking at me.
Am I writting this, or is thiis writing me?
Is it me, or is it anything?

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Is it anything?

 

Try to right and sing.

 

I need some kind of chorus,
Of but what if they ignore us?
What has gotten me s o shooken up?
I think the fact I'm singing this to you,
Shows that I feel, but I don't give a f&*k!

 

Self consciousness takes its toll,
One second I'm in it, then the next, well I don't knnow.
Try to pull together, what I should know,
Drop my subconscious and run.
It's easier if you know what is going to show,
Retreat to another song, a song that it written and done.
Frightened of saying, almost anything!
What if it's only you in your way?

 

Is it anything?

 

Try to write and sing.

 

I need some kind of chorus,
Oh but what if they ignore us?
What has gotten me so shooken up?
I think the fact that I'm singing this to you,
Shows that I feel, but I don't give a fuck!

 

Now what's written down has almost stopped,
I've got to come up with it on the spot.
I've got hold of a flow,

But, oh no,

I feel it letting go.
I just about manage to hum some words,
As self consciousness takes its turn
mmm mmm mm mm 
mmm mmm mm

Is it anything?

 

Try to write and sing.

 

I need some kind of chorus,
Oh but what if they ignore us?
What has gotten me so shooken up?
I think the fact that I'm singing this to you,
Shows that I feel but I don't give a fuck
mmmmmmmm
I don't give a fuck
mmmmmmm
I'm not giving up