I don't really think,

I think

I just am, I guess

I just want to think, be free

Of this feeling in my chest

Empty mind, no thoughts

Same things, same loss

Ideas, from time to time

Ideas, not worth a dime

I know I'll never be the "best,"

I think I should just be me, I guess

"Unimaginative," some say

Never knowing my thoughts, my pains

I'll never go places, in life

I'll never get past this strife

So many aspirations, futures

All come undone, like sutures

Holding my life in one piece

I'll never see them, I believe

I think, that I know

I guess, but who knows?

Same thoughts of her

Same pains, same hurt

I think that I

Will stay right here, in life

Stalemate, no moves

To take, to choose

I think I'd trade my life,

For a single day that's "right"

I'll never think, I know,

Of anything besides the ghosts

I'll always be "unimaginative"

Mind full of ideas, that I'd give

For  a single day, with you

That I'd feel this pain, who knew?

That all hope was lost,

That useless ideas, memories,

Are all I've got?

Unimaginative; always thoughts of

You

Were

The

Worst

Best

Thing

To

Ever

Happen

To

Me

Unimaginative: Without creativity, always thinking of the same things