[Introduction] Alright… No...that’s fucking stupid...fuck...dammit… [Verse] I have trouble starting projects, let alone finishin’ It’s like the more work I put in, the more my work’s diminished What I have in my head never seems to come out through my hands It’s the sort of pain that only an artist would understand Heartbreak turns cathartic and then anger exhausts you Being dismissed by the public spits on everything that you’ve gone through Bad decisions that only harm you stem from depression And failing as an artist makes you feel too stupid to express it Every passin’ night, your hobbies turn into chores Arched over your desk until your back starts turning sore The free time that you have after grindin’ to get a paycheck Starts becoming grindin’ for free, you feel your time being wasted Workin’ on the same project files Another work in progress in the pile No fans, but friends think you got talent And you’re too scared to make them quit thinkin’ that you have it Alone for years, creating this image of yourself Expectations aren’t met, it starts affecting your health Askin’ myself “why did this quit being fun?” I made so much art as a kid, now I’m stuck making none Did I get worse or was I never good and I’m starting to find out? Am I over-critical and I’m wearing my mind out? Even when I create something new at my very best I always leave the audience confused or unimpressed Being compared to other artists doesn’t help When I’m losing sleep trying my fuckin’ hardest to be myself I get defensive over this image I made as a persona Even though I hate it, and I want it to start over I want to find an image I’m happy with commit But I’m never happy with myself, so I’ll keep resetting ‘til I quit I’m pulling teeth, but this is my only escape I was the weird one in school, but in music, I’m embraced But now I throw away more than what I put out I’m always stuck in the background no matter how much I stood out I should just accept some paths in life exist to mislead you And I...fuckin’... And if...oh, that’s fuckin’...that’s fuckin’ stupid… Alright, fuck this. Fuck this I got work in the morning
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