I wanna be a writer so bad
If I can't, I'd be very sad
I compose in my dreams
I can analyze screams
I sing songs never written
Then I wake up all of a sudden
I'm back in my own room
Facing the eternal gloom
Of an unfulfilled life
And it cuts like a knife
But as long as I have my pen
And my own notepad
As I bleed my heart out again
I can never ever be sad
©lenni-x
L