Nothing inspired me
Only the thought of nothing itself
Or was it something but I call it nothing
Words mix in my head
As I try to unscramble the mystery of nothing
Im all out of phases
Im all out of ink
Havent had a dead beat
In awhile
Haven't felt a spark of another
No feelings have been planted
No flowers have blossomed
No sweet words of another
Maybe I am inspired by nothing
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
Nothing so sweet can be called you
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Nothing inspired me
Only the thought of nothing itself
Or was it something but I call it nothing
Words mix in my head
As I try to unscramble the mystery of nothing
Im all out of phases
Im all out of ink
Havent had a dead beat
In awhile
Haven't felt a spark of another
No feelings have been planted
No flowers have blossomed
No sweet words of another
Maybe I am inspired by nothing
Nothing to say
Nothing to do
Nothing so sweet can be called you
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