I grabbed the paper
from Your hand in haste
Began to write my own story
but it never made sense

I took the liberty
Penned my thoughts
‘Coz if it’s gonna be my story
I gotta write it alone

Pre-chorus:

Oh…
But it never made sense
Oh…
It never made sense

Chorus:

‘Coz You know better,
you know what is best
Your thoughts are higher than mine
Your weakness stronger than my strength

Would a clay reason
with its Maker
if it doesn’t look like the rest?
Would a tale argue with it’s Author?
Would it even care how it would end?

Bridge:

You’re the better writer
You’re the best, I am the worst
So write on
Keep the pen and keep writing on

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