Wrte about my sorrow man,
Write about my pain.
Write about my troubles man,
But it is all in vein.
You write about me struggles man,
But you have no idea.
You write about my pleasures man,
So please baby come here.
But you write and you write and you write,
Poem after poem.
Knowing what you think is right,
But you are really wrong.
So next time you think to write about me,
Take a second look.
You think that you can read me,
Like im your little book.
Yet i cannot be read,
And ill tell you why.
Because inside im dead,
Thats why.
So write about me struggles man,
Write about my pain,
Write about my troubles man,
But it is all in vein.
