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So ive been writing down everything I see scribble in the hope of something to achieve Its not that I see so much, or that im so smart that I pick up the things that you cant read And if you say that im inspired Then you would be a liar cause Im driven by my apathy with the things laid out in front of me And its hopeless when I get this way And inspiration has no other way for me The fact that I can't pick the words when I, sit down to try, Defines my life So I'll just keep trying to relieve, you of your sympathies, and im so sorry So you think im hot and bothered And your right I cant recover But its not what you think I cant help but write down all my thoughts, its been that way since i heard that Song so long ago and If you say that im inspired then You would be a liar cause Its just jumbled memories that I regurgitate with such ease And its hopeless when I get this way And my pen wont scratch the paper the way I like It's the therapy that we all need except my diary is for all to read Letras de cancionesand if its not for you that's fine by me, just let me be, no apologies and if you listen you'll hear the sounds of growing up its restless and confusing but with a little luck I will take the songs that I hear and pin them on the spinning wheel Of the tape that rolls in my mind, fragile, in a broken line (Thanks to Misty for these lyrics) From Letras Mania