I'm trying my best to get something written, I'll try to get something out before I'm smitten. It's hard to work past an insescent block, All I can do is work by the clock.
I can't seem to set up a simple plot, All the inspiration just seems to rot. I'm am literally just at a loss here, And it may be much worse that I fear.
I just checked the news on the internet and saw a story, a very sad story that got a lot of attention after being uncovered by the family of the man who died around Christmas from a fatal heart condition. I've never ever in my life cried like this, I actually had tears rolling down my eyes, I wasn't just tearing up like I usually do when I read things like that. I was actually crying, which I
I hate myself oh with such a passion, That even most of you could never imagine. Ev'ry day I wale up to world of mediocrity, And move along as they control us with simple melodies.
Inside it's all turned around, Nothing in there has ever been sound. But I feel just as bad from the night to the morn', My entire life has always felt torn.
I hate myself oh with such a passion, That even most of you could never imagine. Ev'ry day I wale up to world of mediocrity, And move along as they control us with simple melodies.
Inside it's all turned around, Nothing in there has ever been sound. But I feel just as bad from the night to the morn', My entire life has always felt torn.