dilettante

the heart on my sleeve

is getting harder to believe

so hellbent on making progress

yet neglecting what i need

and it's meaningless

this misappropriation

how i've traded inspiration

for misguided dedication

what have i become?

am i giving in?

or am i giving up?

make a choice

or it will be made for you

yeah

art assumes a value

but that still doesn't mean that it's true

losing my way

an iron without a fire

day after day

growing sick and uninspired

you got something to prove

not to them

it's all for you

what is it you're looking for?

what validation do you need

to believe you're something more

than the fraud that you perceive?

if no one is contesting

the merit of your work

why do you still get the feeling

you've fabricated all your worth?

burn up all your doubt

smoke the liar out

make him fan the flames

then lead him to a grave

losing my way

an iron without a fire

day after day

growing sick and uninspired

burn up all your doubt

smoke the liar out

make him fan the flames

lead him to a grave