Arting Starvist - BRACKET

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