Me Me Me (Boo Hoo) Crywank

[Verse 1]
Destined to stay awake too long to contemplate where I've gone wrong
I try to formulate a song to make some good out of bad
The words I write, they seem contrived, ashamed to share my cheesy lines
I scrunch the scrap, a waste of time
A waste of thoughts in my head
The sets of songs that I forgot were all about my writers block
And all that's left to express is I've not got much to express

[Chorus]
Self-obsessed and hypercritical
Self-abasing when over-analytical
Self-righteous but apolitical
I express myself and little else

[Verse 2]
I waste the day, I waste the evening
Combing through words, try to find meaning
It's just self-involved struggles with feelings
Where do I go from that?
Each line written is lazy and boisterous
Hard not to see my endeavours as pointless
Approach a project frustrated and joyless
Get surprised when it's bad
But there is a truth that I've been evading
I mostly make things so you think I'm creative
I'm so shallow, you see, that I have to build up a sense of identity