I write because I can
I write because I will
I write what's on my mind
I write that with a quill
No need for memory
Or any sign of sin
Just some words from my mind
And here's where it begins ...
I sit in a room of hurt and despair Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there She seems so lifeless, tired and weak With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps ...
They aren't always right They aren't always true
They aren't always about me Not all about you ...
But they're about something I'm yet to find out what
They come from my mind Sometimes from my heart ...
I can write of love I can write of pain I can write of hate I can write in vein ...
But one thing I can't do is say what I know Because that young girl crying could ruin the show
The one in the corner with the black and red do That one about the crying is about me not you
