Resolve

The things I see, the things I feel, what could they mean

We all don't know what's happening, our minds fold on themselves

What does it mean to be happy in life when others fail, live in strife

What's the point of writing your thoughts, if everything else is too much

So pick up your pen, write it down again

So pick up your pen, get it out of your head

The words I say they come from the heart, it all flows out of me

I don't think much of what I write, the lyrics are fully me

When I feel too much of this world, I grab my guitar pick up a pen

This notebook will live in my memory until my days end