Easy come, easy go
Not afraid of change at all
Just afraid about it all
That old French saying warns us:
The more it changes, the more it stays the same.
It feels to me that everything I've made
So far
Was in vain
The urge to write comes by and I have no choice
I don't know how to write tho
I'd rather sing
I'd sing the blues with joy
But I'm not in a singing mood anymore
Struggling with things I'm lacking of
Money and lost love
My problem and it's solutions
I feel all artists that came before
Got them covered
Many swam and died at the shore
Many died without publishing anything
For art is in the soul
Not on social media
Or maybe both
At this point all I need is to unlearn
To watch the world burn
With brand new eyeballs
