You sit down,
with paper and pen,
You try to write,
all the thoughts in your head,

But they never seem-
To come out right.

You wish that,
It would all make sense,
But-cha can’t find,
Just how to say-ay it.

But it never seem-
To come out right.

All the words,
All the thoughts,
Spin around,
Swirling, Fading
Wafting around.
It’s like your free-fallin,
Reachin for your favorite words.

You can’t think,
What a hazy mess,
Tappin’ your pen,
Just a white blank page.

But it never seem-
To come out right.

Need a start,
Just a beginnin’,
Wanna sound smart,
But just can’t find the words…

But they never seem-
To come out right.

All the words,
All the thoughts,
Spin around,
Swirling, Fading
Wafting around.
It’s like your free-fallin,
Reachin for your favorite words.