I'm filling this empty notebook with words, words, words. Thanks, love. You have no idea how much it's help my five-year song writing block. And I just might fine me here.
I don't wanna have to choose my words/I just wanna sing/pour my heart onto the page/not care if they like who I am/and I'll show them the heartache and the back flips that I do/to get him to know, I put on a show/'cause I am so careful with my words./
It's occurred to me lately/I suck at honesty/I'm tongue tied and I'm uptight/I'm anything but me/if you care to see my heart break/all over again/I won't be so careful with my words/I'll be naked and honest with my words.
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