What does It all come Down to In the end? And I always discredit whatever I'm writing Can I never feel good about Something that these hands have made? It just seems So pointless And no one Should hear this There are millions better than me I'm just fumbling around on these strings All I'm doing is taking up space All I'm doing is useless I shouldn't take up your time With all of my whining I don't deserve the attention I shouldn't waste your time I will always devalue whatever I'm writing I'll never feel good about Something that these hands have made I don't contribution to anything Of real value, this is a waste I am only taking up space I am only a waste of your time A waste our time Wasting our time Credits