I can tell you now that nothing was right.
It was as they took my work and thrashed it.
Like they took the pages I spent time to align
And wasted the same minutes burning it.
God, my head feels like it's going to explode
And no one here can solve the problem.
Like if someone here was mocking me
And locked me alone in a sanctum.
You might tell me that I was tired
And that I just needed some rest,
But what good is that to me
When I haven't even tried my best?
Success, glory, and fame
Are all things we secretly want to get.
However, it's extremely difficult
When you don't know what's the first step.
So to those who've found the way,
Even if we haven't met,
I will tell you, though you might already know
I'm not there (yet).