Listening on songs everyday
Asking my brain what's gotten into me to stop,
And when I go out I can hear them say
"She's the girl who's been known best, yet became a total flop."
They assumed I'm still broken since the last time
They just don't know what's the story behind
Why am I lost, instead of doing rhyme?
Because, even me, I don't understand.
So can someone explain to me?
Why am I in this point of life when I don't feel anything?
Where did the feeling of excitement go?
Is it lost? Why is this happening?
Did I spend my ink too much?
Or the reason to write is the one I lost?
Did someone get it because I lost its touch?
Perhaps I lost the one I treasure the most?
Why does it feel empty inside?
And the paper I used on writing poems is blank too
Why can't I let it slide?
I just know, the reason isn't because of you.
