Girls Who Like Pens Who Like Words

What can you do when you haven't slept a wink
When your soul is weary and full of ink

This writer still has a few more years
A few more years with some more tears

I'm all used up, I can't go on!
'Write for us darling, the show must go on'

But I can't anymore, can't you see?
He killed all the creativity inside of me!

What happens to a writer when they get dumped?
Their ink filled paper begins to run

To see a dead artist and to see their soul
Careful now, you'll fall into the hole