An Old Scab

	作词 : Roberts
	I sit each morning
	Look at my empty notebook
	The room is quiet
	The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
	Manic-depressive composer robert schumann
	When he could not write
	He'd get down on his knees and he would pray for help
	It's not as bad as eating your own liver
	But still, i'd like to think that there are better methods
	I try to tackle the page that lay before me
	But then i drift off and think about the concept of ben-wah balls
	I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes
	Make lists of errands
	Make all my phone calls
	And then i pray for help
	But each time i try to make a fresh stab
	I end up just picking at an old scab

	zuò cí : Roberts
	I sit each morning
	Look at my empty notebook
	The room is quiet
	The air conditioning sounds like rain falling
	Manicdepressive composer robert schumann
	When he could not write
	He' d get down on his knees and he would pray for help
	It' s not as bad as eating your own liver
	But still, i' d like to think that there are better methods
	I try to tackle the page that lay before me
	But then i drift off and think about the concept of benwah balls
	I rouse myself and i finish washing dishes
	Make lists of errands
	Make all my phone calls
	And then i pray for help
	But each time i try to make a fresh stab
	I end up just picking at an old scab