Eternal Pain

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As I hang in a state of limbo

I wonder where did my soul go

How I long to create symphonies again

But the words, they don't come no

And I wonder how could I write effortlessly

And now struggle to even make a note

Still, these few rhymes I have wrote

Trying to just make a thought

That's worth saying, if not I get distraught

Ah, but its so frustrating to hang

In the middle of something, like when that phone rang

Oh, those songs I wish I had sang

I must do it for you, as long as I can

I will make sure you see the light of day

Yes, I am my own Stan.