Please don't call my name
May you just acknowledge I did it
Quietly to yourself
I'm not big on recognition
Awards are handcrafted and praised
I am not searching for any diety
I would receive it, only to overturn it
To someone who didn't do anything
There's no room in my heart for things
My empty hands are full
When I die, I take all of nothing
You can't have a cake and eat it too
Whatever I am honored for
I am honored by doing it
It's hard to hear their applause
While I'm chasing the wind
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
Please don't call my name
May you just acknowledge I did it
Quietly to yourself
I'm not big on recognition
Awards are handcrafted and praised
I am not searching for any diety
I would receive it, only to overturn it
To someone who didn't do anything
There's no room in my heart for things
My empty hands are full
When I die, I take all of nothing
You can't have a cake and eat it too
Whatever I am honored for
I am honored by doing it
It's hard to hear their applause
While I'm chasing the wind
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