An empty paper in front of me and the pen that is supposed to be The link between my thought and the written word I always believed that I coould write about anything But I am always wrong somehow Wrong somehow And I can't find a way To release the poetry I hide In the closed deep inside And why do you hear these words When I have nothing to say I am only trying to complete this song So you can see See that I don't know That I don't know the way to find these words I'm given time Time to find a rhyme But all I do is write these empty lines Though I wish that I could