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sitting by the table, pen and paper in my hand but the pen is doing nothing and pages they're all blank as i recall september when i said it would be fine now i'm drinking in the a.m and i'm running out of time fighting with the words, i'm getting sick of melodies and the rhyming never really felt like a priority while i'm sure there's many better stories to be told ones of broken men and alcohol are never getting old it went straight to the bottom of the list small letters so easy to miss fine and forgotten till i got to the bottom of the list the bottom of the list never really bothered, not a single little line i've been keeping myself busy on the sofa drinking wine see i'm easily distracted when i'm aching to the core never felt this uninspired, never felt more like a chore overwhelmed by the size of the task at hand and you know i've done everything i could to avoid sitting down with a paper and a pen and my heart in the open like i should i wish i could From Letras Mania