I can’t write much anymore, 
My brain just doesn’t work that way. 
I can sing through and through the day, 
But I just can’t write anymore. 
 
I sit there and think, 
Just sit and sit and sit with a blank page, 
Like minute by minute I just there and age, 
But I can’t write anymore. 
 
With a journal and a pen, 
I sit there on the green of my chair, 
And bite my hair, 
Because I just can’t write anymore. 
 
There is no motivation, 
Otherwise I would be cuddled up all day, 
Writing my life away, 
But I can’t write anymore. 
 
When life used to get hard, 
I would pour my emotions out, 
But now that’s not what I’m about, 
And now I can’t write. 
 
People ask for more writing, 
But I just can’t do it. 
And I try to do it  
But I just can’t write anymore.