I want to write every little things around me
But I can't find right words to describe it's beauty
I can't even rhyme words, what a misery
I feel frustrated, for I can't write any
I hate this feeling but I can't do anything
The only option is to cry and silently scream
Hoping these little teardrops take away my pain
Or else, I'll go completely insane
'Cause I want to write but the ink is fully empty
The papers are cleared and crampled badly
My head is screaming all these feelings inside me
Yet I can't do anything but stare on my notes and cry in agony.
