I ain’t good at dreaming
Beaming, screaming, scheming
Ain’t either good at dancing
Prancing, financing, romancing
I thought I was good at math
But no it’s not like that
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I ain’t good at flying
Crying, trying or replying
Neither am I good at sighing
Lying, prying or dying
I thought I was good at everything
But I ain’t good at anything
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

Should I learn some knitting
Splitting, gritting or quitting?
Should I do some reading
Breeding, feeding, kneading?
Or should I learn how to run
Or finally get some work done
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

I’m not good at being good
Drinking, thinking or eating food
Or being the best that I could
Or doing what I should
I ain’t good at looking ahead
Or even at looking behind
I’m only good at being kind
And that counts for nothing

When my thoughts keep circling round my head
When I get tired just lying in my bed
When I feel lost with all the things I’ve had
There’s no new pain to show ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

I stare at the page in front of me
And the blank page keeps staring back at me
While my old pen refuses to write for me
I feel like I don’t know ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I sit and cry
None of the times I have a reason why
All the ideas in my head just die
I’m too lazy to sow ’em
I don’t wanna write a poem

Sometimes I love, sometimes I hate my rhymes
I keep discarding my poems all the time
There should be a law to hang me for this crime
I should never throw ’em
But I don’t wanna write a poem