An empty paper in front of me
And the pen that is supposed be
The link between
My thoughts 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
