Looking at the dark sky
He looked at his paper and started to cry
Wounded by the harsh criticisims
Yet you aren't the God to judge him
He only have passion
But it turns to depression
Leading to stop writing
As people continue judging
Works are meant to get the critic
Not the person who writes the lyric
He is a writer by blood
And a person in the middle of the crowd
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
Looking at the dark sky
He looked at his paper and started to cry
Wounded by the harsh criticisims
Yet you aren't the God to judge him
He only have passion
But it turns to depression
Leading to stop writing
As people continue judging
Works are meant to get the critic
Not the person who writes the lyric
He is a writer by blood
And a person in the middle of the crowd
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