How can I stand here and be focused
When all I can think of is Art
My mind is lost somewhere else
Because my thoughts are flying to another place
You tried to bring me back to reality
You said art is a waste of time
You can’t define me I choose this way
We are not the same
This is my happiness
We are different, we express ourselves differently
And we are free to do that,
That’s why it’s Art
Why can’t people understand?
Art set me free, made me forget all the bad things
Art is my all, it’s my way to be
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