Sometimes the words don’t come out right
and it seems that I just can’t see the light
It’s the sam old story for me
in a place i don’t want to be
I’m surrounded by the darkness of the night
Sometimes the ink in my pen runs dry
I drank to much wine and I’m feeling high
the candlelight does now flicker
as my blood grows forever thicker
and I leave my chair behind with a sigh

