When the pen is put to paper my feelings go away
My mind it numbs
This pen is my knife taking the pain away
The paper is a gun makes the world fade away
The lines are the people
Trying to keep me lifted up
The book is my life
Left to be covered in dust
The punctuation is the haters stopping me in my path
The pictures on the pages are me expressed and misunderstood
The people you let read it are your biggest supporters
The people in it your biggest fear
