Where did all go?
I’m stuck here with a writer's block
After you decide to wake me-
And I’m shut out from my dreams.
You tell me this is what I wanted.
And this is what I get-
Maybe I should have been more specific.
Now without an idea, without a moment, and without an inspiration-
You no longer keep my coal burning.
I'm freezing cold.
There’s no news on your disappearance
And I’m feeling a bit desperate- how f@#*ing pathetic.
I keep going with a low fire burning.
Let see how far I’ll make it this time—perhaps I’ll make it farther than you.
Where did it all go?
I’m stuck here with a writer’s block
And I refuse to touch the ground.
You tell me you’ll follow wherever it may lead us
And now you’re left behind.
This is what I get for telling myself that
‘Maybe you’re going to meet me on the other side? ’
Now without a sense of direction, without a map, and
Without any words to say…
I’m stuck here with a writer’s block,
Miss Little Cream Soda