My mind’s blank
I know, that’s what they call a writer’s block
There’s nothing more in stock
If only I can withdraw some words from a bank

I lied
The processing hasn’t died
I know this is something I should hide
What should I do, maybe just take a deep sigh

My mind is full
To the extent that I’m losing my cool
Ah, I’m such a fool
I feel like I’m using myself as a tool

So much for a writer’s block
Wrong, I’m hitting my head with a rock
With the character I made, I fell in love
This is so stupid, can I go back?