Plight of the Artist (Patreon)
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I'm an artistOf sortsLeast I tryBut latelyI've had troubleGetting byThe song is my head doesn'tFit on the pageAnd my best efforts yetLeave me in a blind rageAnd I don'tWantToContinue beating myHead against a wallThe harder I tryThe more I see flaws and allAnd I don't want to cry orSleep any less than I doBut I want to please youMy adoring fansWho praise and delightIn the things that I makeThough I don't think it's rightBecause sometimes I'll goTwo three weeks with nothingOh nothing oh nothingOh nothing to showFor itI am an artistAnd I try my bestBut these words in my headAre some sort of testAnd try as I mightIt won't come out rightAnd I am an artistWho stays up late at nightAnd I don'tWantToContinue beating myHead against a wallThe harder I tryThe more I see flaws and allAnd I don't want to cry orSleep any less than I doBut I want to please youThe plight of the artistIs not quite a scienceAnd try as we mightThere is no right or wrongJust better or worseThis gift is a curseAnd the music in my heartWon't sing, I can't startAnd I want to do betterMuch better for youMy adoring fans coming out of the blueSo please now be patientThe muses are shyAnd push and I push forNo matter I tryThey'll hide and they'll screamWhen I'm begging for me‘Cause try as I mightTheir lips oh their lipsHave been sealed so tightAnd I don'tWantToContinue beating myHead against a wallThe harder I tryThe more I see flaws and allAnd I don't want to cry orSleep any less than I doBut I want to please you