Feeling un-creative and I know why

There is no creativity in pleasing the masses

And thinking to yourself they will eat that shit up

I’m torturing myself when I am untrue to myself

So it’s important I remember to stick to my roots

When I’m thinking of my greatness

It’s vital to remember that it comes from the heart

I know when I’m being a fucking fake

And when I’m not putting my all into this

If they can’t enjoy my words that is their prerogative

Just remember that the bird sings because the bird sings

And it has no knowledge of how beautiful it sounds to us

Only the passion in it’s heart drives it’s performance

Play around with words like you really mean it

Quit your comparing with other composers

Take your praise and your hate with a grain of salt

And fucking sing your heart out


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s