How many times have I tried to sit and write?
Every lyric, every chord just out of sight.
Cigarette stained fingers try to find the way
But caffeine burns and nicotine won’t help the creativity stay
Well I might as well just ask the same things
Everyone has tried while I smash my way through these guitar strings
Who are you? What did you do to me?
Those questions we all answer; who, what, when, where, why.
Where did you go? When are you coming back?
Why do I always have to say goodbye?
Though it feels this wall is built to stay, remember that it’s only temporary
Give me a reason to keep going with this premise
A swirling mix of riddles, floating listless
This verse is an ouroboros, I’m eating my own tail
But while it seems pretentious that’s not quite what this entails
At least I’ll keep singing with trepidation
In the hope that someday soon I’ll finally find my inspiration
At least I can say that I tried
To put all my feelings from the inside
Into these words for you to hear so clear
I’m not exactly after glory, I just want to tell a story
Even if nobody wants to hear
The same old questions
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