Yeah, why are you here?

Tell me I have no talent, Tell me I ll be nothing Of all words, Those are the ones I long to hear Finally to sit down on the floor And take that bottle of Tylenol OK, I ve had practice... Half will do the job, Take some peace Finally to take some peace Without the interruption of guilty thoughtsLike why should I think that I ll ever be more than a wannabe poet No more things that could ve been, Haunting me, Mocking me If you don t tell me, I ll do it anyway because I m worthless... Because they say too much emotions equal no talent...