Writer's Block

It doesn't matter what i say
It could be anything
All that matters is what they hear
And fuck, it can be beautiful
Fuck, we'll turn it into something grand
We killed the meaning
There's nothing to hear
Say it again
We're all shooting blanks
We're reckless and we've got nothing to say
Fuck
I could be way out on a limb
But i don't think you're hearing me
You only like the words that are cliche
But then again, who gives a fuck?
Most of you just want to fuck each other up
I doubt you even hear
I doubt you even care
Fuck