I've been staring at this empty page for hours now, watching the cursor blink like it's mocking me. Every melody I reach for slips away, and all the words I used to know have gone quiet. I used to feel it burning in my chest, that restless fire that wouldn't let me sleep. But lately all I find is hollow silence where the music used to be.

I'm reaching out with empty hands, searching for a spark I can't quite find. There's gotta be something left inside.

Inspire me, wake me from this dreamless sleepless sleep. Inspire me, give me something real to feel. I've been wandering through the dark so long, I forgot how it feels to write a song. So inspire me, inspire me.

I've chased the ghosts of every song I've loved before, hoping maybe they would show me how. I've listened to the rain against my window, waiting for it to tell me something true. They say the well runs dry sometimes, that every artist knows this desert road. But knowing doesn't make the journey easier when you're walking it alone.

I'm calling out to anyone who hears, desperate for a light to lead me home. I can't do this on my own.

Inspire me, wake me from this dreamless sleepless sleep. Inspire me, give me something real to feel. I've been wandering through the dark so long, I forgot how it feels to write a song. So inspire me, inspire me.

Maybe it's in the breaking that we find our voice again. Maybe the cracks let something beautiful begin. I'm tired of being empty, tired of feeling numb — so meet me in the silence, show me where the new songs come from.

Inspire me, pull me from this endless night. Inspire me, help me find the words to write. I've been waiting for a sign so long, but maybe this was the spark all along. You inspired me, you inspired me.

Yeah, you inspire me.