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