Still do not know if art worth it

(...) I got a note, a word, a feeling
I got blanc space and got new sheets
I got myself to give off to make art
But still don’t know if art worth it

I got my melody, my vision
I don’t need wings, don’t need a muse —
It costs a soul, some blood to keep on
I got myself so everything to prove..
 


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