An empty paper in front of me and the pen that is supposed be the link between my thoughs and the written word
I always believed that I could write about anything But I am always wrong somehow
Wrong somehow And I can't find a way To release the poetry I hide In the closet deep inside
And Why do you hear these words When I have nothing to say I am only trying to complete this song
So you can see See that i don't know That i don't know the way to find the words I'm given time Time to find a rhyme But all I do is write these empty lines Though I wish that i could....