enough

Have I not given enough for you? Does my music not fit the mood I've been sleeping away at my keyboard My microphone no longer gets bored Cause it's always in use Find me at the bottom of the hill It's exhausting to get that hole to fill Who knows if I will make it Is my effort nothing but plastic? Throw me away when you're done Done Am I not good enough for you? Do my lyrics not hit the way they used to? I've been fighting for my life Ignoring the urge to die Just for the slim chance That I could help someone With my tunes, with my tunes Find me at the bottom of the hill It's exhausting to get that hole to fill Who knows if I will make it Is my effort nothing but plastic? Throw me away when you're done Done