This Song Writes Itself (Kind of) (Rock) - HotPotMusic

This Song Writes Itself (Kind of) (Rock) - HotPotMusic

(Verse 1)
I sat down with my pen, my notebook, my brain,
But the words wouldn’t come—it’s driving me insane!
I thought, "How hard can it be to write a hit?"
Turns out, it's harder when you don’t know... how to begin it.

(Chorus)
So I wrote this line to fill some time,
And hoped it might just kinda rhyme.
If it doesn’t, well, who really cares?
(Wait... does “cares” rhyme with... uh, chairs?)

(Chorus)
This is a song about writing a song,
Where everything’s right... until it’s all wrong.
The melody’s shaky, the rhythm’s a mess,
But if you’re laughing, well, that’s success!

(Verse 2)
I tried to be deep, profound, and wise,
But it’s hard to look cool when you’re eating fries.
I Googled some lyrics, but then felt bad—
Turns out, stealing from Taylor Swift is kinda sad.

(Chorus)
I added a bridge, though it doesn’t connect,
It’s just a random thought I didn’t reject.
It says, “Pizza’s great and cats are neat,”
(Somehow, it still slaps with a sick drumbeat!)

(Chorus)
This is a song about writing a song,
Where the verse is short, and the outro’s too long.
The chords are basic, the jokes are bad,
But hey, it’s the most fun I’ve ever had!

I tried to rhyme “love” with “dove,” then “above,”
But now it feels like a cheesy shove.
So here’s a line that makes no sense:
“Pineapples can’t climb a picket fence!”

This song has no point, and that’s okay,
It’s just me making stuff up on a random day.
If you came here for wisdom, you might be lost,
But at least it’s free—no extra cost!

This is a song about writing a song,
Where the title’s weird and the tempo’s all wrong.
It’s goofy, it’s random, it’s kinda absurd,
But at least it’s better than rhyming "bird" with "word."

So here’s my finale, my grand closing line,
It’s taken some time, but the song turned out fine.
And if you don’t like it, well, I won’t dwell—
Because I’m already working... on "This Song Part 12."