Have any luck
With the poems
Charming lines
And hooks

I turned to songwriting
Winding the time
Until I was left biting
My fingers have lost their touch

Scared of my courage
Fearful of my honesty
Without honesty
There is no bravery

I am no young fool now
Who wants to be truthful
If being alive is plough through
Or to do or die

Keep dreaming like
A little tree with a glisten
Keep dreaming like
A loser hoping to win