I wish that I could find a rhyme,
one that would tell you all that I could possibly chime.
I have all of these noises in my soul,
they make a tune that I don't think would cost anyone a toll.
But in the end I find myself at a loss of ground,
my progress stops until it makes no sound.
God, I wish that I could find a rhyme,
'cause right now I can't find anything . . . screw it, dime.