In my head,
my fingers bleed from constantly strumming my guitar,
and writing these lyrics
about my life.
In my reality,
I can never stop.
I will never stop.
I don't write music as a hobby.
I don't play for fun.
This is what I was born to do,
I have to do it.
To survive.
What can I do to make you see,
that inside I am constantly writing my pain,
and it's playing over and over,
engraving itself in my brain.
And the only one way to stop it:
For you to realize that the songs are wrong.
But you love them anyway.
Only then, I will be able to realize myself,
that I have more than I thought
to write about.