Оригинален текст
Im tired of waiting in this hollow state, pushing aside things I want to say. Its taking my all to get out of bed. Im pouring a drink to feel myself dead. The page is blank my pen is down; Im working it out. Its been a while Ive had something to say but my page is blank, my pen is down, Im working it out. Theres this feeling inside thats coming out, my page is blank my pen is down, Im working it out. Put the pen to the paper, but it wouldnt move. My page is blank, my pen is down, and Im working it out.