Someday you don't see it
You don't see it because you keep yourself busy
But when you have a day to yourself
You have nothing
Nothing you call your own
When you barely know to write
Barely can draw
Can't play music
You have nothing you call your own
Nothing you do when you're left to yourself
No hobby, no past time
It's another day afraid
Afraid you only copy what others do
Afraid that there is no "you"