I wish I were a better writer, But you know, isn't that always the case My titles are shitty, My style's less than pretty And my thoughts are all over the place
I wish I were a better writer Who knew what to do with prose Because rhyming is tough, And rhythm is rough, And cadence just fucking blows
I wish I were a better writer Who put more thought into poetry But the truth of the matter Is that words are just splatter Of an attempt to set my mind free
I wish I were a better writer Whose lines were not so desperate But the words need to get out Better on paper than in shout Or by killing me during their exit
I wish I were a better writer Who knew how to be positive Even when I write of love, Which I have enough of, The darker thoughts vie for expositive
I wish I were a better writer, Who had back the confidence I had as a child I was far wiser then, Than I'll ever be again, And oh, do I miss how I smiled
I wish I were a better writer Who wrote for anyone but myself But this is just therapy The only reader is me My pages will never see a bookshelf.