Paper and Pen

I look at all the old words, but all I c are letters
They mean everything and so here I was hopin theyd make me feel better
But I just feel worse and out of tune
I gotta find the rhythm again and hopefully soon

Maybe pickin up the pen again was a bad idea
Cause last December I put it down and said seeya
Had to make my mother proud
And she felt poetry shouldn't be allowed

I turned my back on wonderful art
Followed the rules instead of my heart
I'm sneakin the paper and I'm sneakin the pen
Can't let her kno I'm writtin again

But I've found the melody now
And the feeling is just like.. Wow

So I'll sneak the paper and sneak the pen
Damn it feels wonderful to write again
Shouldnt have said so long
Never should poetry be considered wrong