How come the one thing I love is "not for girls"

The best ones in the world, they were girls

Loving how every letter flows out of my pen

You are the brick wall that stops it right where you are

She pulls me, I stand until I'm asked to fall

Writing is how I speak, they tell me not to talk at all

A bit like the prayers that hold so many wishes

Every time is like more selfish kisses

So I stand here at your grave, begging for praise

The one thing that will make me keep writing for days