It's garbage as art
Do you approve of me
Do you like me
Am I good enough
Do you approve of me
Do you like me
Am I good enough
Do you approve of me
Do you like me
Am I good enough
Do you approve of me
Do you like me
Am I good enough
Have I achieved enough
Have I achieved enough
Have I achieved enough
Have I achieved enough
And then there comes a period
Where you've just gone through enough and the space that's
That little blue sky starts to develop
And you start to identify with the blue sky
Instead of the cloud you flickered at first
And then you start release
And often in the release
There is a closing of the heart because
You don't want to get hurt again
And you gotta allow that
That's still part of the grief reaction
And a lot of you are still holding on to grief from previous hurts
And then comes the time
When you start to realize you'd rather be vulnerable and be hurt
Than be living dead