Practice, practice, practice,
Write, write, write,
Write until you can no longer hold the pen,
You will find your voice.
Cliche, cliche, cliche.
The monsters come out from behind my eyes,
Fear fear fear,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you.
What the Hell is going on?
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
Practice, practice, practice,
Write, write, write,
Write until you can no longer hold the pen,
You will find your voice.
Cliche, cliche, cliche.
The monsters come out from behind my eyes,
Fear fear fear,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you,
Don't wake you.
What the Hell is going on?
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