Crumpledbigskin के बोल

I want to create To Maybe find those who relate But my struggles feel inadequate And all I make just simulates What I can’t explain And It feels like I feign These difficulties, opportunistically To capitalise off my pain To make art from something difficult I know it can be healing But how much do I rely On self-destructive feelings Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire Is demoralising patterns Is it really constructive To wait for the next bad thing to happen Is it inspiration Is it a way of confronting? Am I stagnating? Or am I overcoming? I feel like sharing this Is so unbecoming And though I want to vent And pay the rent Perhaps it’s better to do nothing How much do I undermine My own and others trauma When I quickly repurpose it As sellable melodrama? Sometimes I doubt my self so much Are my Tragedies authentic Or just a creative writing tool For me to make a buck quick? Well If someone I love dies Will I find I start to write An entire concept album About how they’re no longer alive? And will it really be needed To profit from the process? Does it come from a need to make art to survive Or just dramatic excess? If there’s a fire And I think I'm gonna die The more I repeat it The more it feels like a lie Well it’s not that bad Well at least at least at least At least I didn’t die So this song could be released To make art from something difficult I know it can be healing But how much do I rely On self-destructive feelings Will I better myself if the fuel for the fire Is demoralising patterns Is it really constructive To wait for the next bad thing to happen How much do I undermine My own and others trauma When I quickly repurpose it As sellable melodrama? Sometimes I doubt my self so much Are my Tragedies authentic Or just a creative writing tool For me to make a buck quick?