There's a blank sheet of paper at home
That I try to fill with brilliant love notes
If only I could find the right words

My pen never seems to reach the page
All I hear are bland rhymes and cliches
So the paper it still remains empty

I know it might be a little overdo
but once I can articulate, I will write them for you
I just can't find the words to say

There's a notebook with my many(a million) rough drafts
But I never can get on the right track
To say what needs to be said

Maybe it's the effort that counts
Or maybe it's the words that I left out
Sometimes (silence) can fill the void

I wish I could find a way
To tell you this, without cliches