Strindberg

They forced you to walk when your legs were shy
They tried to make you talk when your throat was too dry
You learned from the top of simply going down again
Following an old pen and lots of ink
If there's pain in writing, there sure is pain in reading
That's what I discovered when I recognized feelings
And wrote down notes from a tortured mind
That was only stable on paper, paper
Clean, white paper
I never could see a connection between a hammer and a nail
Not when they really both get hurt