Melodrama ain't getting me nowhere
And EDM is none of my affair
I lack the grit to make heavy metal
And I've never been the one to worship the devil
I lack the rhythm to be a one-man band
But I'm still the only person on the stages I stand
Singing songs about mental health to guys in their 50's
Who cover old Rock and Roll in all the local cities
If someone found me and gave me a shot
Would the money I get turn me to someone I'm not
And would reviews alienate my mind
Would I start making Pop music the day I get signed
I'm trying hard to be myself
But end up sounding like everyone else
But who gives a f*ck about originality
They only care about virality
I'm not cut out for the music scene
Cause I'll become a cog stuck inside a machine
Part of me doesn't give a damn
Most of me cannot figure out who I am
How would I cope in interviews?
Would I say stupid shit and end up in the news?
Would my past come back to cut me down to size?
Would I become consumed in social media lies?
Could I be another Morrissey?
A has-been fader fuelled by controversy
Would the music fade as the success came?
I don't think I deserve any fame
But who gives a f*ck about originality
They only care about virality
I'm not cut out for the music scene
Cause I'll become a cog stuck inside a machine
Part of me doesn't give a damn
Most of me cannot figure out who I am
My ego takes a hold of everything I make
I'm not sure how much more I can take
I'm going nowhere at 21
As I find myself I come undone
I could be old and losing my clarity
Then I would be just like Morrissey