All I want is to write some more,
To hear ideas knocking at my door.
Cause if I could address those feelings once more,
I could lie a little bit better, I'm sure.

When you left with no goodbye.
I cried a little bit, but that's fine.
I dressed you in my head, all night.
Pretending, like you never left my side.

But, if you saved me,
Why did you abandoned me.
Take my hobby.
Take my hobby.
All I want is
And all I need is
To rhyme somebody,
I'll rhyme somebody
With you.

- Occasional Scribe