| Blank When the world seems to hang on me I take the time to think I stop and look at what's around Nothings left... It's blank I paint a picture in my mind Of how my life would be If only I held that brush in my hand For all the world to see I turn around There's nothing there Nothings left... It's blank Turning in a circle All I can see is Nothing... It's blank It's no wonder life passes me by I stop too much to think If nothings here then what am I? Just another... blank? No more paint No more me No more blank I turn around one more time Know what I see? Everything my lifes finally coming back to me �opyright Eskimo Written: 5/24/02 |
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