Writers Paradise

I used to think about the rest of the day Now I only think of the moment When everything you know goes away It could feel like somethings been stolen Well It's true Things can happen so fast When they do Take your foot off the gas When it comes to stripping it down I find myself with a medal I used to living with nothing at all Just my thoughts and no way to control them I go for a pen and try to get it all down I get a couple of words Then there's no words around I try digging in the depths of my soul I try looking out to the streets I go through all the letters I kept Chasing after something I can't Feel Well it's true Things can happen so fast If things turn around oh I hope that it lasts I go for a pen and try to get it all down I get a couple of words Then there's no words around I try digging in the depths of my soul I try looking out to the streets I go through all the letters I kept Chasing after something I can't