I can`t even concentrate on this,
It`s over thought, anticipated,
The pen ink is running dry,
It`s been thrown to paper and wasted,
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted,
Maybe in time, I`ll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on, we`ll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book,
`till they`re torn out and pasted,
to inside of my memory,
where I can later look and see them in a new gallery,
where they can later be viewed and appreciated.
Hold on, hold on, we`ll be with you soon,
We`ll be with you soon
Longing for what has been lost,
And longing for what hasn`t been obtained,
It`s a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future,
Only now remains
Hold on, hold on, we`ll be with you soon,
We`ll be with you soon