A Sketch Of The Artist As An Object Of Ridicule

When family look blankly and don't understand
The labour and longing and love at your hand
When they're meant to support you not slander and slate
Know that it's simpler to crush than create

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on

When friends gawk around you and snicker and smirk
At the passion you put in your craft or your work
When they point out the errors, each fault and mistake
Know that it's simpler to mock than to make

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on

When strangers hurl insults or throw rotten fruit
When they show you the door and then give you the boot
When you're desperate to howl with all of your might
Know that it's simpler to bark than to bite

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on

When a voice that is yours says it's true what they said
So don't get out of bed, you'd be better off dead
When you start to believe that your moment has gone
Know that it's simpler to stop than go on



Credits
Writer(s): Luigi Coppola, Kyla Gabka
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