The Writer - Hemingway

Nearly ten years I’ve been working hard

With blistered feet and broken hands

I’ve worn my fingers to the bone

With never a question or a doubt

Of everything I’ve left behind or lived without

I have walked a straight and narrow road

If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again

I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent

Trying to find the perfect melody

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on

Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong

I just can’t rest until I find another song

Some might say it was my first love

Gave everything up, I couldn’t get enough

I set my feet on this endless path

I spend my days just passing time

Between the last and another line

When it comes I come alive

If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again

I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent

Trying to find the perfect melody

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on

Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong

I just can’t rest until I find another song

So I’ll scream 'till I can’t sing

And I’ll keep playing 'till there’s blood on the strings

'Cause it’s all I know

Until the page can hold no ink

Until the pen falls from my fingers

I will write these songs

If I have to break my heart then I’ll break it again

I’ve lost count of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent

Trying to find the perfect melody

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been damned to carry on

Sometimes I wonder if it’s right or if it’s wrong

I just can’t rest until I find another song