Paying the Price

Taking a pen then putting it down For about two months now Are you so incapable of writing Nothing has managed to bring you down ? Maybe no inspiration is there to be found You never needed one anyway.. Perhaps living in such a busy dead town Sucked any words you had left to say Is it loneliness screaming so loud That made your spirit run away ? People's faces , the way they sound Or how many times you had to lie during the day? Oh the ghosts, the ghosts you surround It's just another price you have to pay.