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And I'm sitting at the table The same table that we sat at together so many times Empty page from a notebook in front of me Pen in my hand The words just don't seem to come What's a man to do? What's a man to do? (chorus) (This is not love Rip my heart out Throw it on the ground This is murder If you cant see You cannot breath You do not need a heart Where you are going) You see me You see me and you start to walk over With each step you take The page finds itself more full I realized something then You are my inspiration You are my inspiration You are my inspiration You are my inspiration (chorus) And you see me You see me and you sit down right next to me You read over the words that I have chose It's nothing that you've never read before What the fuck are words for anyways?! (chorus) [What the fuck are words for anyways?] |