I'm tearing, I'm tearing
you have been taking my name in vain
Cursing my ambition
Oh Lord help, let the clouds smile and rain
I've been lacking motivation
Dying for inspiration
To make a variation
I'm tired, I'm tired
It's sickening hearing the same words
When I'm unheard forming a labial
My reputation bound all over
Filled with serfdom. imprisoned and servitude
I'm lacking motivation
Dying for inspiration
To make a variation
My feelings are hurt daily
My opportunities of achieving hidden somewhere
My happiness dug in deepest pits
Should it be me feeling all this?
Not at all, I have a stage to reach
It's only that 'I lack motivation'
Dying for inspiration
To make a variation
Should I cry, I'm unheard
Should I come or should I stay
For what reasons, I don't know
Sending gifts as bait on a hook
I have realised greatnes behind art
Confused regard it as pleasure
Rare is their speech
Great their passion for silence
Art treasures greatness in pleasure.
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