I cannot find the words to write
They're in my head but take flight
When pen is put down on paper
It'll be as if they were vapor
The words are all in my head
They just don't want to be read
I think I'll need another drink
Perhaps it'll bring them from the brink
Bartender, won't you please help me?
Won't you set these words free?
They're giving me a headache
My mind may soon just break
Hurry up with that drink wont you please?
I think I'll smoke, I'm not here to appease
I'm guessing I seem kind of mad
In all honesty, I think I'm more then sad
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