lost and then found
In This Funk
In this funk
This writers Block
We try to push forward
In the mist of one who turns the clock
In this funk
I try to whisper words of fortune
We try to reach outward
So confused
In this funk the writers block functions boldly
Stopping thought and a headache we still try
And carry thoughts for moments and then they fade without rhyme
In this funk I try to reach outward
Try to stop the tear any of blank wasted stares
This writers block slows progress and I feel lonely
In this funk I write this junk and fade to sleep
This writers block has come from nowhere
And stopped my flow so I cant express the way I feel
No man is perfect
No dreams are forever
In this funk I write this junk and start to wail
This writers Block
We try to push forward
In the mist of one who turns the clock
In this funk
I try to whisper words of fortune
We try to reach outward
So confused
In this funk the writers block functions boldly
Stopping thought and a headache we still try
And carry thoughts for moments and then they fade without rhyme
In this funk I try to reach outward
Try to stop the tear any of blank wasted stares
This writers block slows progress and I feel lonely
In this funk I write this junk and fade to sleep
This writers block has come from nowhere
And stopped my flow so I cant express the way I feel
No man is perfect
No dreams are forever
In this funk I write this junk and start to wail
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In This Funk
In This Funk
