entropy

I keep writing and writing but the pain never would stop

A lack of deadlines or pressure, maybe the pressure could drop

I'm at the end of my wits

Skilled with another lost kid

fighting depression you make me wanna give in

So I take pad and a pen

Jot down the places I've looked

For an answer that lies beyond a bridge and a hook

She think she's misunderstood

She's just overlooked

A little line of mascara drips down her face to her book