One More Frustrated Rock Star

All the pressure is toward a happy song,
The kind that was never in me to write in the first place.
Everyone has their own opinion as to what I should say,
Do, be and I see a path arising out of this artistic fog,
That could bring me to the person that I always knew I could be.

I’m one more frustrated rock star,
One more burnt out musician.
I’m one more, trying to be famous but not a pop star,
One more artist striving for originality just chomping at the bit.

Everyone surrounds me and knows just who I am,
They’ve heard my words, seen my picture and I know it is my fault.
I’m a let down to the crowd, to myself and to the God that I serve.
Doing half of what I can with less than half a heart,
I lay it down and walk away to find a better reason than ‘just because’.

I’m one more frustrated rock star,
One more burnt out musician.
I’m one more, trying to tug at your heart strings without sounding overly pathetic.
One more artist striving for originality in a world of Brittany and Avril clones.

Symphony of my disappointment, written on my heart.
Kiss the dawn to eat some crow and smile to ease their minds.
But I can’t fake it anymore…
I can’t pretend I like this anymore…
I can’t remember why I even needed this attention in the first place…
And did I mention this was “totally my idea”?

I’m one more frustrated rock star,
One more burnt out musician.
I’m one more, trying to get over this but realizing that I can’t.
One more artist, with nothing left to paint…nothing left to sing…nothing left to laugh about…nothing left to say.