i dont know what im trying to say anymore
but then again ive never been really sure
im trying to explain away the reasons i write
but if i read my stuff, its there in black and white
this is my soul speak, my emotional faucet
i dont even realise that i am doing it
my fustration is transformed into words
all my fascination, my joy and my hurts
in a big bundle like snapshots of my mind
I dont completely know why i write all the time
but im starting to see a glimmer