My life is shit.
Or something worse than that.
But I was born to turn this shit into the music.
Feel ashamed of myself.
But I say,
"How could I live without this feeling?"
My life is shit.
Or something worse than that.
But I was
My life is,
Boring and beautiful.
Birthday and funeral.
Exciting and painful.
Anxiety.
Amateur god shakes these for no reason.
Up and down.
No rhythm.
No fucking algorithm.
Sick of flaky optimism.
Writing these like monks pray.
It is my religion to make my own lyrics.
And remix my whole life.
I'm not complaining at all.
I love you all.
Feel so happy.
But still
My life is shit.
Or something worse than that.
But I was born to turn this shit into the music.
Feel ashamed of myself.
But I say,
"How could I live without this feeling?"
My life is shit.
Or something worse than that.
But I was born to turn this shit
into the music.
Something always holds me back.
But I figure it out.
That is your love.
Turn this shit into the music.
And my acoustic guitar is a glue stick.
It's exclusive to live my own life.
But I keep holding onto your love.
