So much foir that idea

I don’t feel like being an artist right now.  It gets kind of bagged on anyway.  I wouldn’t call it a profession at all. It’s what people do when, one, they can, and two, they can’t really do anything else. Sure… Expression.  Who really cares?  Suck it up and live on! We don’t need to be artistic or express ourselves!  Be a man.  Personally, I think it is sort of a waste of time and is overdramatized. Not only that, but it also seems to spit drama from its cry-baby, emotional mouth.  

I like it…. I love it.  …but it’s dumb.  I feel stupid trying to pursue a life full of it.

I’d be like, an “artisan.” Eh…  Throughout the things I’ve learned in history class I’ve always seen artisans as expendable and sort of as hold backs.  I don’t know why, because they are the people who develop technology, which isn’t holding anything back, but then again, I’m kind of mad at technology too. 

Artists are weird.

I’m really mad.

I just wanna… I want to be… Something. Not here, not now, not this. Somewhere.

I miss.  . . .

Ugh . . . I don’t know.

I know that I don't deserve it.

Here I am once again Lord

Falling and Slipping into temptation once again

Oh how I wished it would end

Oh how I wish I would end

God take me and make me into something new

Take me and make me just like you

God I’m not worthy to even speak of your name

God I’m so filthy, I know you know that I am

How could I sit right by you and stay the same

How can you deal with me and all that I do

I’m a sick pile of dirt that never knew you

I’m the one that called a lie the truth

I don’t deserve any of this care

I’m as evil as murderers, as perverse as a whore

I don’t want to be like this, but my flesh carries me on

I sin and I sin, but all you do is love me more

God I’m in tears for now I see,

Not only does it hurt you, it kills me.

God I’m not worthy to even speak of your name

God I’m so filthy, I know you know that I am

How could I sit right by you and stay the same

How can you deal with me and all that I do

I’m a sick pile of dirt that never knew you

I’m the one that called a lie the truth

But God I plead, that you just take me, take me back to home

Just bring me, to the place where I belong,

Into your arms, into your arms

Where I will never be let go

Into your arms, into your arms

Where I will be wrapped with love, even when I make mistakes

You never let me go…

If I Die

I don't know what came over me but i just started singing this so i thought i would write it out its just kind of the chorus but yeah.....

If I were to die
there would be no tear
If i were to leave
there would be no despair
If i were to go
you would never care