I have been living my life in ink, but now I'm wishing for an eraser. I used to be a passionate girl. Nothing could phase her. I have been living my life in ink. But now I'm wishing for graphite. I used to write what I want and want what I write. But now it's a dreadful sight Why can't I be that girl? Who had a passion so strong she mistook it for greatness Why can't I be that girl? Who was so naïve, but so incredibly happy - weightless. I have been living my life in ink. But now I want a page of blank white. I want to start again and take my time. I want to make sure I get it right. Because writing in ink. Isn't good to do when you're young. It's not good to do when you're naïve. It's not good to do when you can’t hold your tongue. I have been living my life in ink. So that's what I will still do. I could get a pencil - an outline or stencil . But I've gotten this far. So I'll write in ink. And try to think. That maybe I've not made a mistake