They tell me to write,
Like my life dependant on it,
Because it is,
I steer my words away from suicide,
Are you happy now?
They keep telling me to do that writing thing,
Saying, ‘you know it’s good for you,
Good for them bones’
But I can’t because my heart is falling for you.
I could write about,
The endless scenes and scenarios,
I could write about this fire glowing
I could write about the snow falling
But no matter how many times I try
How many endless words I write
I can’t write You in.
Because each single flame
That snaps back at my veins
Won’t let me write you in
If you don’t want the same.
They keep telling me to write,
But I can’t,
Even if my life dependant on it.