Song about my OCD

[Lan]

I hate it
This feeling of wanting to be happy
While feeling it's not dessreved.

I'm stuck in time. It's just my brain and me.



I have got this bad habit to call myself stupid
Then I say I'm smart
And then again just stupid

So what. I'm bad. You make me think I'm bad. 


You made me think this world shuts down. I can't take it
So please slow down

It hurts. I'm too week and strong at the same time

 

Just one two three four five six seven and again just five
The obssesion is sleeping for the day will come in the next week


Huh I'm scared I'm anxious
Please let me be free
Stupid careless with nothing to be worried about


It's worthless. It's says
All worthless.
But I know and I believe
I'm not scared.x2
Because I know my worth and my strength
My family will keep me up

 

 

So huh Just one two three four five six seven and again just five
The obssesion is sleeping for the day will come in the next week
I just need to survive this year And week

 

[MikeRobinson]

Suggestion:  "Now, provide hope."  Offer this poor soul a way out.  Present a contrasting point-of-view.

 

Even though very often "the things that we are writing about" are actually "our personal hell at the moment," when we are writing songs we need to be "third-party fiction writers."  Even though we may not have the time to tell "a story," we nonetheless need to "suggest it."

 

Because:  "the audience that you are writing to is 'a third party to' whatever is the protagonist's situation."  Yet this disinterested audience must now be made to relate to it.  There must be a story ... a progression, or the unmistakable sign of one.  Literally:  "an answer to: 'so what?'"