Moodscribe

I write down my pain like there’s someone to read it

My pen burns on the page in a rush like I need it

I’ve got nothing to say on the days where there’s someone

All alone it’s all there I don’t know where it comes from

It’s just pages of woe and of love and regret

They’re just scrawls that don’t rhyme I’ve not finished one yet

I’m in love with the pain and in pain from the love

There’s just nothing to gain from not feeling enough

So I feel and I feel and it hurts and feels good

And I write that shit down like it’s something I should.