Raindrops fell, and my fingers matched the tap
My old typewriter filled in letters with a snap
What's become of me, as I'm slowly drowning?
Will I ever get my last crowning?
It will only just stay with me
And my tears would fill the sea
So all I can do is write...
It's my only light
I hear a whistle, a voice, a song
But it surrounds me and its feels wrong
Doesn't matter if it's there,
I can hear it, but I shouldn't care
I see a face inside the mirror
Next to my own, then it'd disappear
I can't explain why I am
Only write so you understand
It will only just stay with me
And my tears would fill the sea
So all I can do is write...
It's my only light
Footsteps tap, tap the stairs so lightly
But it's not like I don't hear this nightly
I'm feeling brave and I stand up to see
No one's there, or could they be?
Her pale face is in the mirror
After a glance it'd disappear
I punch the glass for all to hear
...But I still only live in fear...
It will only just stay with me
And my tears would fill the sea
So all I can do is write...
It's my only light
I try to make you understand
But we'll never walk hand in hand...
I'm falling fast, but you won't catch me tonight
...But I still write...It's my only light
Great glimpse into the mind of a writer; we're not necessarily the happy, bouncy people many envision writers as. I've been depressed, actually.
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this is very true and very beautiful. <3
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