The Plague Plateau

Verse 1:

    The empty page mocks me

    Writers block the plague

    Need to do something

    Need to make myself

    Need to dance around

    The wicked flames

Chorus:

    Much ado about nothing

    Everyone got something

    Everyone’s got a song

    Buried in their heart

Verse 2:

    Writer’s block is dead

    Stories overwhelm

    Need to write them down

    Need to make a sound

    Loud protest against

    The unfairness of the world

(Chorus)

Verse 3:

    I guess I’ve finished my goals

    I’ve made a song

    Why do I feel empty?

    Why doesn’t anything go?

    I need to go

    Leave this cursed place of

    Overbearing hearts

    LEAVE THIS PLACE NOW!!!

(Chorus)

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