Jack Stop.. In the name of the law, your, music is terrible, and we find it hysterical, that you're still. trying, I think, you'd need a miracle, they'll never call, all of your songs, sound the same and it's a shame your name is so forgettable, you bet it all on music, how stupid, do you wish, that you didn't develop a delicate mind, you never benefit from being kind, the kind of lie, I like to tell ya, it's just helpless, someone help him he's not well yeah. I... I'm the doubt that lives in ever square inch of your house, I'm the album of songs that you never put out, because you allowed me to critique and cloud, your judgement, and in every discussion, I'll make you reluctant to trust, anyone but us, I swear they're gonna chuck, you under the bus, the second that they see that you aint good enough, to make them any money they're gonna leave and they'll even treat you like an enemy listen to me, you better believe in demons, every other evening, you're gonna see them when you're sleeping, oh my goodness, fish in a barrel you know you would miss, you're singing is pitchy but you're good with, twisting words and your lyrics really should hit, but they don't... and sadly, you're never actually, gonna get the reaction that you crave so badly and that's exactly what makes me happy, I'm your worst enemy I'm Jack B - O - W - D -E - N no love or need for friends when you have me and a pen, again and again I will leave dents in your confidence you're not content so stop pretending that you've got the ending that you wanted when, in actuality if Alice leaves you'll be all alone and nobody would know, if you overdosed by the dover coast, isn't that the most gross thought, you ought to change the chords, or put in a chorus, before you bore us, you're far from flawless and you're hardly gorgeous, you're just too short you can't do sport, you're that rude sort, who would have thought? That music would be all that you wanted to do, the only place where you felt like you, could write a couple of tunes, in the corner of your room, then record them and adore them and pour them on youtube, and then get confused when they don't get views, it only takes a few dislikes to prove, that you're not included in the people who, have they're dreams come true, you're clueless too, you don't improve, no you just sat in a mood and blamed it on the lack of the bum and boobs the classic excuse, yeah that's it accuse, people of being shallow but a shadow on the truth, that you won't ever be, what you want to be, it's probably, because of me, I'm very sorry, but if you're honest you know you don't want it, drop it, stop it, wait, jack mate, I hate those pages that you're reading saying you don't need me making me feel queasy weighing on my breathing, painful to my feelings hateful and revealing, what the hell? since when do you read self help books, or do mindfulness, what are you hiding? why you exercising? Why you liking yourself more? You need guiding and why'd you stop drinking? Are you actually thinking that your instincts don't need sinking and why are you ignoring me? Your audience is yawning at your boring EP...