His Unfinished Poem (Acoustic)

Oh, here’s a man Sitting at his desk Writing all the though that’s in his head He writes each word So carefully Not knowing what he’s writing Just what’s there But words for word He writes and writes Not knowing when he’ll stop Thoughts and thoughts That fill his head Not knowing when they’ll stop Oh here’s a man Stuck in his head Waiting for his time Oh here’s a man Who’s done with life His words will bleed with time Each hand he shakes Each wave he makes He looks so firm but sights aren’t always true Each smile he makes Are so real but fake No one really knows what's on his mind But words for word He writes and writes Not knowing when he’ll stop Thoughts and thoughts That fill his head Not knowing when they’ll stop Oh here’s a man Stuck in his head Waiting for his time Oh here’s a man Who’s done with life His words will bleed with time Oh here’s a man No one will know Until it is too late Oh here’s man So far too gone Writing his life away