I can't even concentrate on this

It's over thought, anticipated

The pen ink is running dry

It's been thrown to paper and wasted

Creativity has been blocked and over tasted

Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it Hold on, hold on

We'll be with you soon These papers are stuck in this book

Until they're torn out and pasted

To the inside of my memory

Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery

Where they can later be viewed and appreciated Hold on, hold on

We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you Longing for what has been lost

Longing for what hasn't been obtained

It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future

Only now remains Hold on, hold on

We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you