sitting here, thinking, trying to write this stinking song
but the words wont come...i feel so dumb,
staring at this black bic softfeel pen.
a piece of paper mocking me, writer's block keeps stalking me --
its ugly stare, my paper bare
and i promise i'll never write a song like this again.
creativity
has deserted me.
all that remains is overused cliche
and inside my head all ideas fall dead
and leave me with nothing left to say.
writer's block, dear writer's block, please please go away...
i truly hope that you're not here to stay, my unwanted guest.
and now i think it best
to end, my friend --
the end.
sometimes, its all i can do to form some ridiculous little rhymes...
DQ
