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The pressure to please Is a CID, Creatively Induced disease It hurts when you pour Your heart and soul into your art And the audience rejects it It feels like a bullet tearing you apart The self doubt sets in "What did I do wrong? " Can't they see what's within?" "Am i losing my way? " "Should I give up today? " So to offset this problem be your own solution Understand that you can't please everyone, and to try is a date with a mental institution Just do what you love, and others will see the glow Now when you've become great, all but you will know
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
The pressure to please
The pressure to please Is a CID, Creatively Induced disease It hurts when you pour Your heart and soul into your art And the audience rejects it It feels like a bullet tearing you apart The self doubt sets in "What did I do wrong? " Can't they see what's within?" "Am i losing my way? " "Should I give up today? " So to offset this problem be your own solution Understand that you can't please everyone, and to try is a date with a mental institution Just do what you love, and others will see the glow Now when you've become great, all but you will know
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
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