As if I knew how
I have lost my touch
Do not have the Love to write anymore
I can not rhyme worth a whatsoever
I figured I'd bring myself down
joining the rest of the bunch
It's not the same as before of course
really don't want to start over
If I painted a picture of my work, it'd look like a clown
To say, there never really was much
To write, didn't take long for my hands to become sore
To read, just stop now, doesn't get any better