A Little Bit of Me Wanted to Be Beautiful

Why is it so hard to create something that you're not ashamed of?
Everything these hands create, they tear back down
Tear it out of my chest, superimpose it on paper
Just to rip it up and start all over again

Now there's blood in the wastebasket
And I've got nothing to show for it
I start all over again.

With each new beginning
There's less of me left inside
My damaged pride

My heart in the wastebasket
And I've got nothing to show for it
I'll start all over
But why do I put myself down
When I know I will just throw myself away?
Sometimes it seems like I can't get out of my own way



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Wakefield
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