Elucidating Questions

It’s not my thing

Too much of the same song sung in different ways

There may be five hundred ways to say it but you can only sell it for so long

Too much painting yourself as inadequate

Is that her fault or yours?

You could stand to think on that for a while

You’re here doing all this

Even writing the same song five hundred ways over and over

We’re too similar

It’s simple and expected

Dare I say I’m bored?

It’s not for me anyways I suppose my opinions hold no matter

Well it’s fine

You’re having fun aren’t you?

Have fun.

I’ll search for something new elsewhere