Arting Starvist
When everything I used to love becomes meaningless
I try to wait it out until the whole world forgets
The wrong place, the right time
It's an uphill decline
I'm too old to die young
I'm unsold I'm unsung
Should I starve for my art
Just to sell you my heart?
Why didn't my rebellion ever seem to serve me well?
I guess I never had a revolution to sell
The wrong place, the right time
It's an uphill recline
I'm too old (living slow)
To die young (dying fast)
I'm unsold (only known)
I'm unsung (for my past)
Should I starve (it's too late)
For my art (to catch up)
Just to sell (has my faith)
You my heart (had enough)?