so take away all of my hobbies,
take away those talents,
what am i left with?
my life that's unbalanced;
if i don't sing, write, paint,
what's my worth?
the realisation causes pain,
but i realise i shouldn't be on this earth;
you may think i'm unique,
i'm not;
without the hobbies
i'd rot;
god i wish i had worth,
everyone has it;
i'd like to know why i'm here now,
maybe i'm an addict;
an addict of suffering,
an addict of pain,
an addict of being worthless,
but from that, what do i gain?
i gain nothing,
because i'm not an addict, sis:
maybe that's why i was suicidal,
maybe that's why i hate this;
to go back to the main
reason i wrote this,
if you'd took away my art,
i'd be worthless;
and that's the end
to these little rhymes,
if you took them away from me
i wouldn't be worth a dime.