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