[Lyric] Some Kind Of Artist (William Paul)

You know it's hard to explain
What keeps me going today
No love, no prayer, nor hope
My hands on strings just like on a rope

Maybe some kind of artist
Sacrifices his youth for something new
Maybe some kind of artist
Sacrifices his youth for nothing

If I was a bright one indeed
I could have done anything else
Have I chosen to become this bright mess?
No clue, I confess
I tried to be more loving
And I buried my anger and disdain
I worry I’ve overdone it
I may have buried everything

Maybe some kind of artist
Sacrifices his youth for something true
Maybe some kind of artist
Sacrifices his youth for nothing