It's like... When you put that pen on the paper, your hand just moves Unconscious of what your writing, as the ink seeps in the grooves A mind you never lose, because your thoughts are all extracted You're in your zone now, where you'll never be distracted And when you think about the pain to which you barely reacted You let it flow, let it stick on that paper like it never happened Like you never felt the pain, Like it never pierced your soul You pour out the thoughts that your heart always told Your mind, when they continued to scold You just try and save your heart from turning so cold It's so cold... So you continue to pour Your thoughts down as your pen explores As you try to just free your soul I'm just here trying to free my soul...
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