Arting Starvist

When everything I used to love becomes
I try to wait it out until the whole world forgets
The wrong place, the right time
It’s an uphill decline
I’m too old to die young
I’m unsold, I’m unsung
Should I starve for my art
Just to sell you my heart
Why didn’t my rebellion ever seem to serve me well
I guess I never had a revolution to sell
The wrong place, the right time
It’s an uphill recline
I’m too old to die young
I’m unsold, I’m unsung
Should I starve for my art
Just to sell you my heart