I go through a lot...
But Nothing's on my mind,
I take a page and leave a dot...
on the very first line_
With No direction left to Find,
Maybe my brain stopped looking.
Or I must have went blind_
Too ignorant to ask Why,
But I try,
To write down my life.
While I die,
Trying2wipe off your smile. When I cry_
Trying to be right,
Trying to be like_
Oh damn my pen died,
And my ink dried,
Actually I ran out...
...Of inspiration, I lied_
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