I spent a day flipping empty pages
I wrote every word I could think of down
Watched the light and dark go by
While flipping empty pages
Face the music while spending time
Wasn’t sure if it meant to hurt me or heal
There goes another sunset this day
While flipping empty pages
Smoked another cigarette
Knew that was up to no good
Breathing, thinking, sighing and sleeping
While flipping empty pages
I wrote and sang some more
Tried and failed thinking twice
Thoughts come one after another as always
While flipping empty pages
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