The Page

I'm tired of waiting
 in this hollow state,
 pushing aside things
 I want to say.
 It's taking my all
 to get out of bed.
 I'm pouring a drink
 to feel myself dead.
 The page is blank my pen is down;
 I'm working it out.
 It's been a while
 I've had something to say
 but my page is blank, my pen is down,
 I'm working it out.
 There's this feeling inside
 that's coming out,
 my page is blank my pen is down,
 I'm working it out.
 Put the pen to the paper,
 but it wouldn't move.
 My page is blank, my pen is down,
 and I'm working it out.