I was always considered to be an outcast in this world because I wasn't so instrumented
My problems used to be minor until they became major and made my mind feel so demented
It was just a matter of time until my soul became diminished
And all my Beethoven dreams turned flat and were finished
I used to hang with the wood winds while I got beat up by the percussion
I've never had a melody come by perfectly without any interruptions
I used to spend my days down in the dumps feelin the blues
With every rhythm that passed by I never got inspired never found my muse
I had so many notes I couldn't get out because my voice always went unheard
Each day was like the other, it was just a matter of time before they all became slurred
As hard as I tried I couldn't relieve
All the sharps that took my breath away made me unable to breve
I always tried to stay within the bar lines but I was always a low key
I was always lost and confused I was like the bars with no melody
My life was like the flight of the bumblebee perilous and long
And I wasn't brassy I was frail not strong
But today my rift is on point no more notes have to be smuggled
Now that you know these were my long forgotten Musical Struggles