My intentions were once benevolent
Doing good all the time
Now I'm just malevolent
And it's hard to rhyme
I used to flow like river water
Now bitter as a lime
Bottom of the teeter totter
And it's hard to rhyme
The angels' wings I have torn
As silent is to mime
Good feeling is now worn
And it's hard to rhyme
It's like my words are claustrophobic
No longer does my voice chime
All because I'm autophobic
Goddamn it's hard to rhyme
I will always keep my silence
As far as I may climb
Quiet is my essence
Why is it hard to rhyme?
This all has lost meaning
Now just grit and grime
Didn't know it needed cleaning
At last the final rhyme
