What do you do when the alcohol doesn’t numb the pain
And you swear up and down your seconds always from going insane
Daydreaming about a better life in the pouring rain
What you wouldn’t do for some lottery numbers and some fame
Church people will say all the stuff is vain
But what else are you supposed to wish for when no one knows your name
The sad life of another tortured soul called artists
You might not have a job but you still your hardest
Constantly pouring your heart out for your little website
Post after post of greatness and enlightened sight
But the followers don’t get it and no one else follows
So write a book just collect more disappointment and no’s
No one buys and no one reads
They don’t understand that even a genius has needs
Basic things like gas and phone bill money
And don’t forget the insurance for your little hooptie
Don’t even mention rent, water, and lights
But you have a dream so you keep at all night
Trying to decide if you should kill yourself or wait for the day everything’s alright
