The Writers Story

I'm washing out all of the things that made me scared to try again
I'm reaching out for a hand that might not descend
Can the struggle be worth the heartache
Can my wounds stand another blow
Can the writer think of my stakes and let me win at all
Cause I've fallen deep down in the sea
And no one see's that I can't breath
Can the struggle be worth the heartache
I'm on my hands and knees

I'm washing out all of the things that made me scared to try again
I'm reaching out for a hand that might not descend
Through it all I can't stand to see you
Take my hand I'll never leave you
I'm washing out all of the things that make me scared, make me scared

When I see your smile it sings to me
Lost face in a clouded dream
I've fallen deep down in the sea
Nothing left for me
Always saw myself standing out in front of everyone else
Now the writers changing the scene
You're standing right in front of me

Looking into your eyes
There's nothing there for me
Come's as no surprise
I'll stand quietly and watch the majesty



Credits
Writer(s): Rhett Robertson
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