Ode to the Weary Writer

I've got a story to tell. A hell of a yarn to sell you.

I've got a story to tell. Hell of a story I tell you.

I've got a story to tell. It's so damn swell, you'll love it trust me.

If she loves me why does she leave me?

I had a story to tell but now it's gone.

It was a hell of a story I tell you.

But when she comes back it's glorious.

Am I a cop or am I a cowboy?

Am I a knight or a villain?

Am I the good guy or the bad guy?

What story is this exactly?

I've got a story to tell. Whale of a tale I tell you.

There's a wind whistling over my shoulder. Death is coming and I'm still

Tapping

Tapping

Tapping away at these keys.

Because I've got a story to tell.

It's probably my story

Hell of a story I tell you.

Long nights and family fights.

Love and loss and pain.

Hard work and procrastination all turned out to be the same.

Time, Time, Time,

Chapter, Chapter, Chapter,

Going nowhere, Going everywhere

Type, type, type away

I have a story to tell.

Hell of a story I tell you.

Because its my story.

Whale of a tale I'll tell you.

My story.

Hell of a yarn to sell you.

My mistress, she loves me and she leaves me

Hell of a tale I tell you.

But when she comes back, my writing, my mistress

Quite a tale to tell you.

I promise I will tell you.