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I write because I can I write because I will I write what's on my mind And I write that with a quille No need for memory Or any sign of sin Just some words from my mind And here's where it begins ... I sit in a room of hurt and dispair Maybe start writing about that girl crying over there She seems so lifeless, tired and weak With long black and red hair covering her face while she weeps ... They aren't always right They aren't always true They aren't always about me Not all about you ... But they're about something I'm yet to find out what They come from my mind Sometimes from my heart ... I can write of love I can