Songwriting is harder than it looks;
The tune, the beat, the words, I'm lost
Every song should be different, like people
But then why do they all turn out the same?
Making everything constantly rhyme
Is not that simple.
Many write for days, weeks, years
Strumming a guitar for hours until they find the perfect note
And people still have the guts to criticize
Those who spend their lives,
Those who try,
Those writers who may not be the best,
But still write all the same.
“Write about what you know” they say
What do I know?
At this point, nothing
Tomorrow something
The next day, nothing again.
It’s a wretched cycle
And writing about it
Helps it make sense,
But the problem is,
Sometimes, the page ends...