I Write Because Life Is To Much For Me, 

And I Don't Know Who I Could Be;

So I Write So I Could See,

If I Could Find The Key To Me.

I Write Because I'm Brokenhearted,

And The Love I Feel Is Always Restarted.

Cupid's Arrows Unsuccessfully Darted,

And When It Broke His Love Was Parted.

I Write Because My Mind Is Confusing.

The Things In There Are Not Amusing; 

I Find Myself Always Abusing, 

And Writing It Out Seems So Soothing 

I Write Because It Gives Me Purpose,

Because Then I'm Not Shy Or Nervous.

Knowing Others Need My Service, 

Helps Me Give My Life That Purpose