I need a topic, going mad I cant stop it.
Ideas going dry, thoughts telling me goodbye.
Wished I knew better, about to write myself a letter.
Throwing thoughts into a shredder.
Need a topic
Wished my creative thoughts didn't stop it
I hold myself off my ground
Needed to walk the road all the way down
I've lost it, all I needed was a good topic
Now I'm here missing the way I use to write
Always wishing for the light