Writer’s Block; Meaning
Would you tell me I was wrong?
You know my hands are tied.
There is no way out now,
I cannot fight my fate.
I won’t give it up so easy,
and I won’t turn my back on you,
but I’m not ready to make nice yet
and I’m not scared of finding out the truth.
Let me have it, both barrels,
I’m ready now, I’m ready now,
please rip me apart
and leave me for dead.
I swear that’s all I wanted anyways.
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