It's strange when it hits
You could be in the middle
At the beginning or end
You could be walking, running, sitting
Dancing, singing, tapping your foot when
-BAM!-
And suddenly it owns you
The chains on your wrists and
The leash it pulls both tighten
And you're its slave
You try to fight it
But as a boxer gives in to a stronger opponent
It overpowers you. You give in
And suddenly, your best friend
Becomes a powerful adversary
As inspiration controls you
And all you can do is write.