Paroles de Beethoven

How do I start explaining? All these words on the tip of my tongue And they have never felt so wrong It's harder than ever To outsmart this stupid love But I must find a way to express this I must find a way to be yours I must find a way to impress you When you have seen them all I am no Beethoven to write you a concert And no Picasso to paint you a portrait I am no Shakespeare to write you a sonnet I'm just me and this song is for you Here's what I do for a living I write songs for broken hearts And though this music feels so right It's harder than ever To outsmart this stupid love But I must find a way to express this I must find a way to be yours I must find a way to impress you When you have seen them all I am no Beethoven to write you a concert And no Picasso to paint you a portrait I am no Shakespeare to write you a sonnet I'm just me and this song is for you