I’ve lost my passion, my sudden drives that keeps me steady.
Lost the feeling that I knew oh so long ago.
Will it ever return?
As I sit here with the light still on,
despite the weakening sunrise upon this tight space, I find some new comfort.
I find myself again, what I’ve been missing for so long.
There’s hope and happiness in every dark hole of despair, you just need to know where to look.
You just need to know where you’ve been and who you are.
You bleed the art that only you can truly appreciate.
You are the art that only you can truly appreciate.
We never lose our passion; it’s just buried skin deep.
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