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Staring at you with overwhelming thoughts
So much packed in this vault

Can't figure the combination
Can't figure how to take words and replace these blank pages...
So much to say, so how do I start?

How do I take something blank and turn it into a work of art?
Scattered words, scattered actions, narrow down the target, unload a little faster
I could tell you about my passion; I could walk you through my pain
I could show you my wild side; I could show you the tamed

Just me and my thoughts with no one to blame
The pen and the paper the reason I came...

In a room filled with silence or a room filled with noise
The plight of a blank page sticks out so sore
As I thumb through my thoughts, vaults, words sought

I see it clearly inside my mind but these words of mine seem so confined
So shackled, so blocked outside my mind
I feel so blind, out of touch with what's inside the vault...
Staring at you like a lover, loving the first time
I have so much to say but feel so little time
Are the walls caving in or is this a dark cave I'm caged in?
I know it's just a phase but the rage is still within
Sometimes I scratch my head, sometimes I just grin
Sometimes I just tap away with my pen...

The blank page is only blank as long as I let it
Relax, Juelz, relax, don't stress it...
Sometimes I ask myself how do you deal?
Take a walk, then there's music, read books, content fill...

Staring at you with overwhelming thoughts
So much packed in this vault
Can't figure the combination
Can't figure how to take words and replace these blank pages...