I’m here
Where no one is
Sometimes I feel like I’m alone in this
Confused
Goin’ from wishin’
I wasn’t born at all
To thinkin’ I was born for this
Pages torn to bits
As pencil tips break
Am I runnin’ out of things to say?
I close my eyes
Let the muses rewind the tape
And I’m back to
Yesterday
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