i dont know why i write)

i dont know what write
what i write in the middle of the night
i just know it in my soul and that its has to come out at night
dont ask me why i do it
or what the reason 1type
i just know there a little spankle in me
that has to come out at night

its like when you hear a great medody you want to get out of the floor
and you know not matter what you got to do it some more
in your hert and your soul its your life blood

well when i write at night and i feel alright
let my mind go wild
like a child at night
at night i cant sleep at night
for words are filling mind.
i be like i guest since i was 12 years old when its got ahold
oh smile for a while its going to be ok
just write how your feel yeah