I\'ve tried to say it doesn\'t hurt no more
And all I feel is joy and love or laughter
So i keep drinking even more
Not caring for the morning after.
I\'ve tried to think that i could sing
And i would be the biggest in the world.
But truth be told...I cannot sing
I\'m music-less and gray and cold.
So then I\'ve tried to paint a picture
And i believed that I\'ve invented a new style
Unfortunately it was just a sad picture
Of lonely water colors, forever in denial
And in the end, I\'ve started writing nonsense
Thinking somehow I\'ve stolen Shakespeare\'s muse,
But yet again my false pretenses
Have left me mumbling confused.
I stopped trying to be so many things
And i start drinking mostly water
Waiting to see what future brings
When you do care about the morning after.
For all those that I\'ve failed : forgive me
I will try harder from now on
I\'ll throw my ego in the black sea
Attached to a horizon at the dawn.
Then I will sail away, keep seeking for the ocean,
Cutting through waves of madness and illusory dreams,
Looking for a new story, a different emotion
With intricate screen savers and never-ending themes.
Written by an AI