I don’t know why I Write
I’ve never used to be good at it
It just came to me one night
As if there was something special
I had to bring to light
See it used to be
The only thing
I hated most of all
But now it seems like it’s the only thing
That picks me up when I fall

I don’t know why I write
As if I have something meaningful
To me it just feels right
Like if I believe that I might change somebody else life
Or maybe just use this
To find my future wife
Maybe my words are like doves
Ready to lift the weight off you
Way up high above

I don’t know why write
Except for this one and only reason
It’s the only way I fight
These bad words within my head
That keep screaming and shouting late at night
Wishing that I was dead
Because every word that I write
Is better written in black ink than in red
See I write for tomorrow
Instead of drowning in today sorrows
I write to survive
Because I like being
Alive