The ink in my pen is my blood so I let it flow free
I write and I try to find the words of my soul
I scretch the last word, it's not the one

I try again, now I got one word done
I think for a while
I am writing again, no it was wrong

I try harder and I found the second word
Stop! Think and start again
What about this word, no it's wrong

All I am lookning for is the third word
I write again, this one or that one
I can't deside what love is