This burning
The constant yearning
Stomach acids churning
Like a coal furnace
Heat burns from inside of my chest
I try writing songs but I\'m not the best
But I don\'t care anymore
Putting myself through the test
Not caring about pride ego or any of that mess
Losing my pride was like speaking through a Lip that\'s cleft
It took time and lots of people that left
Careless I write because my heart feels heft
Scribbles and scratches
On napkins or a box of matches
Writing is a passion
Like a junky crashing
Someone is grabbing my heart and mashing
So I let it bleed onto paper nothing flashy
Just my fire and desire
To make something that someone may admire
Or it may just spark their own fire
Just my fire and desire
It wakes me at night
No I\'m not a liar
Sometimes it does it in fright
Maybe my demons just want a good fight
Maybe they want me to break in their sight
Someday I just might
Then the night becomes light
And I continue to write.