Monday, April 19

Lyrics from frustration..?

"I look at myself, and I look at what I've done.
Remembering what I wanted to do and to become.
So many dreams, so much potential never to be realized.
I'm like a seed never planted, an tree never grown.

I don't have the confidence, I don't have the strength.
I don't have that little extra to be a piece of your game.
I want to reach you, the ones that are like me.
I want to reach humanity.

Mixed emotions are haunting me;
Am I angry that I'll never be that free?
Am I sad that nobody wants to hear?
Am I frustrated, or do I shake in fear?

The future I sought is beyond my reach.
What's crying in my soul is my creativity.
In this wicked shell, not beautiful enough
I am shaking, trembling and trying to cope with reality.

Listen my heart; some things aren't meant to be.
What brings joy to my life isn't good enough you see.
Being realistic you should find something else to treasure.
Find something else to call your own.

Opening up to this wicked world;
There's no place to be that free.
Why would anyone want to hear?
There's no hope there's only fear.

The future I sought is beyond my reach.
What's crying in my soul is my creativity.
In this wicked shell, not beautiful enough
I am shaking, trembling and trying to cope with reality.

I don't have the confidence, I don't have the strength.
I don't have that little extra to be a piece of your game.
I want to reach you, the ones that are like me.
I want to reach humanity.

I want to reach humanity."

The cry of a broken artist, by Aizic

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