Where did all the inspiration go?
When did the clouds stop spinning and the birds quit singing?
Where did the sunshine go?
When did everything I've ever known just get up and go?
My spirits are low and my creativity is running slow
Just need a renewable source to preoccupy this awkward flow
When did my life stop being special
Where did you go when you're words inspire me the most
Give me dwindling girls or a thunderstorm from hell
Give me someone who will break my heart and crush my soul
Give me something that will rise me up and never go
Give me an influence
Give me a rainy day with no money saved
An empty stage
An afternoon of some insane rage
Just give me something to fill the page
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