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An empty paper in front of me

And the pen that is supposed to 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