Oh I try to write a masterpiece,
but nothing hits the page.
With scribbled lines, symbols, and signs,
but nothing seems as sage.
Oh all these days and still I fight,
the silly dreams I have at night.
I’ve found I’ve got no appetite,
for fantasy and games.
Oh all these hopes and all these prayers,
I’m drowning in my self despair.
I finally found I can’t compare,
there’s no two things the same.