Bad Idea

I used to think I'm different
But now I think twice
I used to think our minds are chosen
Rolling some dice
That I got a seven
Got a seven
Got a seven

I used to think I'm different
But now I think twice
I used to think our minds are chosen
Rolling some dice
That I got a seven
Got a seven
Did I get a seven?
I hope I got a seven

I wanna use music to escape reality
What exactly is happening?
Don't ask me, I'm lacking sleep
I'm exaggerating
But I think it's flattering
You took the time
To hear this and my analogies
While I am masticating some vocabulary
Only to sound fascinating
How fast one person run out of ideas?
My current one is a bad one
It is to finish this song
Apparently, that's already been done
The name's taken
So what is this I'm making?

I used to think I'm different
But now I think twice
I used to think our minds are chosen
Rolling some dice
That I got a seven
Got a seven
Did I get a seven?
I hope I got a seven

Sometimes I feel like somebody
That already exists
Others check off ideas I thought that
Only my mind lists
I often talk to myself
Because I feel like my only fan
Should I change plans
Or should I dare myself
To take the most I can

Most of my thoughts
Have been put outside
But it was not me
Who has taken that ride
I wanna go out
But nowhere to go

Most of my thoughts
Have been put outside
But it was not me
Who has taken that ride
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
I wanna go out

Uh, I wanna go out
Yeah, I wanna go out
I wanna go out

I used to think I'm different
But now I think twice
I used to think our minds are chosen
Rolling some dice
That I got a seven
Got a seven
Did I get a seven?
I hope I got a seven

My people used to say
I think outside of the box, but
Catching an owl is like chasing a fox
Anyway
My story doesn't matter
There are others that are sadder
I should be happier, instead
I'm sitting here scraping lacquer off
My own lyrics as if thousands will hear it
I can't believe it
Why should I ever be shamed for
Rhyming the same word twice
In my own lines?
Whose expectations am I holding?
I can make the same song with no rhyme at all
I'll show it to you twice and you will like it
I guarantee it
Not because it was different, though
But by how it made us feel
What it made us think
What it makes us say
What it makes us do
Because it's music
It does what it wants to you
And if you don't like this
Make a little something for you
Just like how I made this for me
No one else