I have a story in my head that I have to put down
Im afraid I wont sleep untill I do
It lies somewhere on the line between fiction and non-fiction
Part autobiographical
Part bullshit
My only problem is that pieces are missing
My muse has forsaken me
Turned its back to leave me tired
Yet awake
This is constantly annoying
Like the skin below your finger nails that sometimes peels back
And I cant help but pull it