I put pencil to paper but my hand doesn't move
My mind is racing...

You reach out your hand,
And I take it as planned...

There's one sparkle left,
on my cheek...

Trapped in a cage
Desperate to break free...

Our hearts move together
With a slow uncertainty...

How do those girls do it?
Get any guy they want...

Death's a part of life
yet everyone grieves...

Whoever invented lies
I'd like to yell at them...

I sit here quietly and wonder
Why can't I be like them...

This pen has pulled me through a lot,
but will it break this time...

I want to match that excellence.
Write clear from my soul...