The Last Song Lyrics

An empty paper in front of me, And the pen that, Is supposed be the link between, My thoughts and the written word. I always believed that, I could write about anything, But I am always wrong somehow. Wrong somehow, And I can't find a way, To release the poetry, I hide in the closet deep inside. And why do you hear these words, When I have nothing to say, I am only trying to complete this song, So you can see, See that I don't know, That I don't know, The way to find the words, I'm given time, Time to find a rhyme, But all I do is write these empty lines, Though I wish that I could.