I think I'm out of words
I think my art became dull
I feel like the two swords
Just gave up fighting for the crown.
Is it that there's nothing to write about?
Or just plain boredom?
If I'll have to count
I think it's a week until I stop forever.
What will I do without writing my heart out everywhere?
I won't care, I wouldn't bare
Without the only thing keeping me alive I could collapse anywhere.
Picking me up would be too much of a weight
And I had enough  people giving up themselves for my sake.
I'll wait...And wait
Maybe I could pick up myself one day