What a strange song this is! This has been written during my famous writer's block, where I don't know what to write so I churn out rubbish. It's rather tacky but it's self-aware, so that makes it okay

Inspiration - Copyright © RobberBaron Enterprises 2011

[Verse]

I'm heartbroken, I say,
Well you've heard it all before,
How many times have I threw you these rhymes,
'Bout how he walked out the door

It's not for the money,
I guess it's just my pride,
Throw in simple chords, then maybe I'm adored,
For writing a hit, and I'm still making more

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm writing these soppy pop songs,
With tacky torn up words,
Cos pop music is popular,
Oh yeah, here's the hook

[Chorus]

I need some inspiration to get me through,
I need something real, and something true,
No more lies, I need a guy and,
That guy is you

Don't need a credit card to buy ideas,
Don't need a catchy song to try and rip off,
Cos when I look at all the things I write,
There's nothing that's good and it's all black and white

[Verse]

Never finish what I start,
So what's the point in starting?
How many lies have I told you tonight,
Cos the truth is I suck at this

My songs are either bad,
Or they're just like all the others,
Writin' the same old thing, are you noticing?
That's cos I know how to play you

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm writing these soppy pop songs,
With tacky torn up words,
Cos pop music is popular,
Oh yeah, here's the hook

[Chorus]

I need some inspiration to get me through,
I need something real, and something true,
No more lies, I need a guy and,
That guy is you

Don't need a credit card to buy ideas,
Don't need a catchy song to try and rip off,
Cos when I look at all the things I write,
There's nothing that's good and it's all black and white

[Bridge]

Even this song makes no sense,
I don't need rhymes or grammar,
To get fame and glamour

Don't defend me,
Cos the truth is these words,
Are just manufactured junk

What is I need to write the right

[Chorus]

I need some inspiration to get me through,
I need something real, and something true,
No more lies, I need a guy and,
That guy is you

Don't need a credit card to buy ideas,
Don't need a catchy song to try and rip off,
Cos when I look at all the things I write,
There's nothing that's good and it's all black and white