The Frustrated Writer - Drag

The frustrated writer

Sitting at his table

Waiting for his muse to come

The days hinge on one thing

One thing to remind him

One thing to inspire him again

But the story takes its toll

Breaks his soul

Leaves him nothing

To lean on the tragic side

Of the frustrated writer

And the story takes its toll

Breaks his soul

Leaves him nothing

To lean on the tragic side

Of the frustrated writer

In the morning you’ll be gone

Take his soul

Leave him something

To stand on the tragic side

Of the frustrated writer

She came in on a cool breeze

And drifted out of one scene

A kiss that once involved you escaped

And the story tooks its toll

Breaks his soul

Leaves him nothing

To lean on the tragic side

Of the frustrated writer

In the morning you’ll be gone

Take his soul

Leave him something

To lean on the tragic side

Of the frustrated writer

The frustrated writer

The frustrated writer

The frustrated writer