dan swano - in empty phrases lyrics

here i am in my chamber
in my room full of words
always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
my poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
the solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
sentence after sentence in a language not mine
loss of point no direction
a jigsaw where no pieces fit
i envy the writers and the iats who know the way to the places were poetry
grow
there is no harvest if you never sow
so i beg. steal and borrow wherever i go
if words were like music this would be a book
but this is not even worth the time that it took
not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will
fail
so very fragile inside
that's why i hide in the empty phrases