Writing Because It's Right
The words I write
Are my blood as it's spilled across a page
Take a pen to paper
Or a blade to my skin
Makes no difference to me
Except what I let the other people see
Maybe if I didn't
If I just left the ink in the pen
The paper untouched
I'd just fade away
But people swear that's not what they want
So I write
Write so I can stay
Because that's what my friends swear is right