It's Natural To Finish In The Start

All our ears can come to the conclusion that I can't sing.
My pen knows that I'll write until my hand is sprained or broken.
They know how often I get winded from a blow to the chest.
It doesn't matter what you know or what they know, I guess its just another night with me and my piece of paper.
I'm losing my sense of purpose, and my sense of style, I'm starting too deep and ending to thin.
Bold stands out too much and italacies emphasis's the wrong meanings.
I suppose this is a natural part of life, but maybe it's something more.