Someone told me to write what you know but I'm not sure that is the way to go All I know is heartache and pain, when writing it out, I'm reliving it again I'd rather write poems about someone else, to take some of the heat off of myself, to escape to a world full of fantasy, where no one even resembles me I want to write of love and tenderness, about someone who knows happiness I want to write about someone breaking free of all of the problems plaguing me That's where I want to be