| Blank pages keep me awake | 
| But these nights are too long to shake off | 
| My nerve to easy to break | 
| A brave face is too hard to fake | 
| Stressed out and I’m losing the will | 
| I’m too hot but I’m feeling the chill of defeat | 
| This happens every time | 
| Push the boundaries 'til I tow the line | 
| I’ll find my feet | 
| Save my skin and hopefully | 
| Crush the doubt in my head | 
| To work this out in the end | 
| I’ve been crossing out the lines | 
| And I’ve been wasting all my time | 
| Questioning myself again | 
| With ink that’s trapped inside this pen | 
| Ignore and push to the side | 
| Plays on in the back of my mind | 
| The right words are too hard to find | 
| Keep cool and wait for a sign | 
| No good, just good for nothing | 
| This path must lead to something | 
| Worth the doubt, the stress, the effort | 
| I always knew I could never cut the pressure | 
| I’ll find my feet | 
| Save my skin and hopefully | 
| Crush the doubt in my head | 
| To work this out in the end | 
| I’ve been crossing out the lines | 
| And I’ve been wasting all my time | 
| Questioning myself again | 
| With ink that’s trapped inside this pen | 
| Thinking back to the days when nobody knew my name | 
| It was so easy to escape | 
| My careless mind was a safer place | 
| Always asking why can’t bring myself to even try | 
| Holding out till the end | 
| Fake a smile and pretend | 
| Oh, but there’s still time to get these wounds to open wide | 
| Spill my guts on this page | 
| Breaking out of this cage | 
| Oh, but there’s still time to get these wounds to open wide | 
| Spill my guts on this page | 
| Breaking out of this cage |