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The pen just stares back at me like a dare
A battlefield of white paper everywhere
Words won't stick they slide and slip away
I hum a tune it falls apart
I search for sparks but they won't start
Blank pages blank pages mocking me
A song about nothing is all I can see
Oh the irony, it's not lost on me
Blank pages they're writing me
The clock ticks loud like it’s keeping score
Ideas run out the same old metaphor
My brain's a desert not a drop in sight
I strum a chord it sounds so plain
I chase the magic but it won't remain
Blank pages blank pages mocking me
A song about nothing is all I can see
Oh the irony, it keeps haunting me
Blank pages they're writing me