Writer's Block

A Chapter by C.J. Ravenheart

A song I originally wrote, 3 or 4 years ago

Verse 1-

I really don't know what to write on this/ piece of paper.
And what words should I/ even bother to write/
No one ever, ever understood me/
and I don't know what to say in this song.

Pre-chorus-
And my brain it hurts/ and my eyes are red from trying to think of words to say.
and my body and soul/ are gonna explode/ just like a hand-grenade.

Chorus-
This song/ written from a lonely heart/ is written onto/ a blank piece of paper/
and the words are confusing cause/ it’s just a bunch of nonsense/ in a game called Love.

Verse 2-
The pain that's going on inside my heart is/
pressuring it to explode/
Cause I haven't slept in days/
and oh by the way/ I really hate this song.

Verse 3-
And all the sleepless nights/ up writing this love song/
is taking its toll on me/ My body's failing me now/
and I have no control over it/
No I don't have control over it.

Pre-chorus-
and my brain it hurts/ and my eyes are red from trying to think of words to say/
And my body and soul/ are gonna explode/ just like a hand-grenade.

Chorus-
This song/ written from a lonely heart/ is written onto/ a blank piece of paper/
and the words are confusing cause/ it’s just a bunch of nonsense/ in a game called Love.

Bridge-
My body's failing over you/
and I wish that I could see/ your face in the crowd/
and I'm sick and tired from/ writing this god damn song/
and I hate it now that your not here/
sitting down in the crowd/
And all of the faces that I see/
none of them belong to you

Final Chorus-chorusx2
This song/ written from a lonely heart/ is written onto/ a blank piece of paper/
and the words are confusing cause/ its just a bunch of nonsense/ in a game called Love.
written from a lonely heart/ is written onto/ a blank piece of paper/
and the words are confusing cause/ its just a bunch of nonsense/ in a game called Love.
is written onto/ a blank piece of paper/ and my body's failing me/
cause I haven't slept in days/ and all the words are written upon/
a blank piece of paper/ and I say cause/ I can't see your face in the crowd.
and the words are confusing cause/ it’s just a bunch of nonsense/ in a game called Love.