It's like...

When you put that pen on the paper, your hand just moves
Unconscious of what your writing, as the ink seeps in the grooves
A mind you never lose, because your thoughts are all extracted
You're in your zone now, where you'll never be distracted
And when you think about the pain to which you barely reacted
You let it flow, let it stick on that paper like it never happened
Like you never felt the pain,
Like it never pierced your soul
You pour out the thoughts that your heart always told
Your mind, when they continued to scold
You just try and save your heart from turning so cold
It's so cold...
So you continue to pour
Your thoughts down as your pen explores
As you try to just free your soul

I'm just here trying to free my soul...